#I've been reading the fuck out of tokyo revengers

[tamahoshio]

I cannot believe one of my favorite characters is actually takefuckingmitchy

Mitsuya and inui too

All of the girls are best girl tbh

I would kill and die for them

[venus-giirl]

A needy Mikey

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers. 

Rating: just a Mikey too needy for you. You know this shit. Kids please DNI, don't read this if you can't stand it. 

Word Count: 614. 

N/A: It's Easter here, but I'm not thinking in a very holy way. The order box is open.

I could really drag this shit out longer, just let me think. I hope you enjoy this little scenario, sinner ;)

Manjiro was a lot of things. To an overprotective parent he could be a bad influence on his children. To a teacher nearing retirement age he was the worst nightmare he could have. To the girls he was either the most handsome or the most overrated, to the other thinking group that is, of course. To you, Mikey, he could be many things regardless of whether he was good or bad.

The privilege was that only you really knew him and had been able to see him in so many facets that you had nothing new left to see. Except for a desperate, needy, bloated Mikey clamoring for all your pretty figure.

"Oh, honey, I couldn't stand another day without you by my side." He said as he rammed another thrust between your legs until he buried his cock so deep inside you that you were almost beginning to think he wanted to get inside you. Something inhuman because he was filling you up too well.

You groaned in response and let out a high-pitched sigh full of pride. After spending almost two weeks on a field trip you knew Mikey was on the verge of insanity and fever from enduring so many weeks without sex.

By now his hair was so wet from sweat that it stuck to his forehead and clung to the back of his neck. Her naked body, and also sweaty from the embarrassment in the air, emitted lewd clicks and sounds each time she made one more lunge on your center moistened with your intermingled juices.

"Don't ever leave me so alone for two weeks again." He whimpers for every lunge he gives. Or rather he whimpers because he's so immersed in building up another orgasm that he didn't even realize he had cum inside you three times already.

You couldn't feel your legs and your clitoris was rubbing between the chink of pleasure and the hint of pain from being massaged too much.

You giggle softly at such behavior on the part of your sweet boyfriend. "Oh come on, precious. Don't overdo it so much, after all the two weeks have flown by."

Mikey grunts and gives you another lunge. It almost seemed like you being gone for two weeks was still pissing him off. "You'll say that for yourself. I've had to...put up with my...idiot...brother...". He gasps. You notice how his cock has grown thicker and his movements become a little more awkward and irregular.

Just for tonight you will let him quench his thirst for pleasure with your body. After all, there will be more nights to pursue your own orgasm with his cock, just as he is doing with your pussy. So tender and needy.

"Don't leave...my side, okay? Promise me...love...oh." With each thrust her orgasm was growing. His skin went goose bumps and in a last attempt to make you reach the peak of climax with him, he brought his thumb down to your swollen clit to stroke it, this time, very gently and slowly. "I'm going to fuck you every day to make up for lost time."

You moan and scream his name, just thinking about Mikey being possessive and toxic as he fucks you. You bite your lips and squeeze your eyes shut as you orgasm along with the blond as he desperately moans your name and continues to lunge into your soaking wet, sated pussy.

After four or three more onslaughts, he falls on top of you. Both bodies sweaty and glued together. The atmosphere smelled of sex and his chest rose and fell on yours. His breath colliding against your neck, along with your sweet over-worked center only made you think one thing....

"Definitely, Mikey, this is heaven."

[nanakah]

onk mini-rambling

tl;dr i feel going against the current a bit as a die-hard ishimiko shipper, but I love Aquakane a whole lot ahahahah

heavy spoilers under the cut

Apparently this is an unusual take, but I'm not really convinced Aquakana is that similar to Ishimiko. The power balance is off and Kana in general reminds me more of how Maki behaves, with some shades of being too "bright" and removed from Aqua's real worries and business. She is still a complex character with good motivations, but the stakes she operates on are too different from what Aqua's revenge plot hinges on.

I've been fighting this feeling that Aquakane was more similar to Ishimiko since chapter 26.

Most people seemed to think otherwise, so I considered I was just seeing things and tried being more into Aquakana once, but I realized it required downplaying what really was going on with Akane too much. And the more I really tried to read Akane with unbiased eyes, the more I came to love her. There is something fundamentally missing for me to think the time Aqua and Kana spent apart is setup for a stronger SINCERE development now, and his protectiveness and admiration of her seem too rooted in the idea of salvation/redemption for Ai, which is platonic. Most of the time, the protectiveness he displays of her is too similar to Ruby for me to think it's romantic or concealing some deep forbidden attraction.

Overall, I think Kana is cute but I can't feel much for the ship. Her chemistry with Akane is really good too, I'm hoping the anime gets a second season for the Tokyo Blade arc because it's amazing.

Kana does bring light to Aqua's life. I can see it, but that reminds me more of Tsubame's role than Miko's..."The Sun".

She helps Aqua get in touch with acting again, he supports her and plays around with her, but at the end of the day, that always seems distant and only a symptom of Aqua's true struggles. He can be happy besides Kana, but it somewhat only happens at the cost of shutting down what is actually eating him alive, and what could have been if his life hadn't been such a mess of tragedies.

And Kana, despite learning the truth, doesn't seem to be able to grasp how deeply that actually affected Aqua, and how badly he is screaming for help. That he wants to be saved. She knows he is more hurt than what he says, but has no idea how it's dragging his whole life down a rabbit hole he can't crawl out of.

On the other hand, Akane sits besides Aqua in the darkness, and offers him some comfort to rely on, so he can at his own pace dig deeper inside himself to drag out his ghosts and finally heal his wounds.

Not only that, she has a path she'd like him to take, but she's letting it be of his own choosing. She'll stop him no matter the cost, but she's also teaching him the hard way to take the hard route of choosing his happiness for himself and to admit he doesn't truly want to toss his life aside for revenge.

The plot isn't all that similar. Neither are the stakes. But the deeper reasons that make me appreciate Ishimiko feel more similar to what I can see here.

This might get people miffed with me (onk fandom can get a little scary with waifu wars), but I see far more in common with Aqua and Akane's relationship. Through their "fake dating trope" relationship, they ended up opening to eachother and blurring the line of "I can't feel something for you" too much, and as of recent chapters are developing something closer to a rivalry and spite born out of love that is....*chef's kiss* more what I'm into? NEURON ACTIVATION IN MY MONKEY BRAIN.

LOOK AT THAT EX ENERGY....THE BITCH PLEASE EXPRESSION ON A GIRL THAT WAS ONCE THE SWEETEST CINAMMON ROLL EVER

FUCK YES GIVE ME SOME RIVALRY AND ANTI-VILLAIN SHIP GOODNESS. I'm sorry, but only Akane gets to see him like this and I love it

Constantly wondering what is a lie, what is Aqua concealing his feelings and having his expressions hidden is delicious. In a way, both of them fell for the mask ("the savior" and "the perfect imitation of Ai") but stayed for what was underneath (a wounded lonely person and someone who wants to be by their side).

Because Aqua, despite being shrouded in lies and using "It's a business relationship, a game" like a shield, truly felt like he tasted happiness and comfort. He felt understood and like he had an ally for the first time in ever, but he did not want to drag her down with him, despite saying he "just wants to use her". And he's willing to protect her by becoming hateful.

And this was the point of no return for me.

Aqua is still Goro, and no matter how much he tells himself it doesn't matter that he was dead like a nobody and that he couldn't connect to anyone after Sarina's passing...

Isn't that awfully lonely?

And yet, Akane was able to find him. She's seen his literal worst, most rotten self, and she was still by his side and grateful to him.

Does it matter how it started, then? Despite Aqua using her as a tool, she's aware of the best and worst parts of his personality. She knows how much his kindness is a heavy burden, and how it drives him to his most reckless self. Akane feels for him, but loves him for all he's done for her. Aqua doesn't allow himself to enjoy life or live for himself, but he has been able to put his objectives aside simply because he thought Akane needed help.

"When you fall down the stairs, I'll be there to catch you"....ahahaha

god help me, if this ship is going down, I'll sink with it

[cheesus-doodles]

Hello again! How are you? I'm the anonymous person who previously asked about the "boss". When reading your response about her personality in the "red dragonflies au", I realized it was me who had asked the same question back in 2022, recognized by the heart character I usually use haha, I didn't even remember that.

To be more recognizable, I'll use a more specific emoji this time.

This isn't a writing request, but I'd like to know about your creative process when writing. Usually, I focus more on my ideas after having a cup of coffee and meditating with white noise. My mind organizes better, and I avoid making too many mistakes.

I can say that your profile is one of my havens in the tokyo revengers community. Your writing and character inspired me to pick up an old project I started weeks after reading a few chapters of the manga, back when my only concerns were school exams, haha.

— 🥀.

was thinking between posting this now and next week, but I suppose it doesn't quite make a difference! will be back working on some longer fics but i'll make sure there's no drought next week

Masterlist

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Hello again 🥀 anon! well I have to say its great to see you around, and to have a recognisable emoji! :D I'm super thankful that you decided to stick around here all this time, best of luck with that project (and if you don't mind, I would love to see it whenever you're done!)

Ahh I do kinda miss school a little - the transition to work life is still pretty jarring ngl ;-; I still hate it time to time but what can we do amrite HAHAHAHA

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In terms of my creative process, I had a think about it because I was originally going to say that I didn't have any fixed process, but then I realised that the one constant time that I would get some writing done would be usually late nights/early mornings right before bed time. Mostly because I work full time and there are chores and stuff to do around the house after work, but also because I've always been a night owl and I find writing a good way to burn off whatever energy I have left before bedtime. Plus usually I get a bit more loose and fluid when I'm tired (its pretty strange ngl - the logic is just too strong for yanderes to make sense when I'm fully awake).

I also love to watch/listen to news updates/documentaries/financial stuff while I write? Or if I'm overstimulated I listen to music! I did try watching some cafe asmr while writing previously but I get too distracted watching the video to write so that didn't work out HAHAHAHA

But writing when I'm tired generally has an adverse effect on the sentence structure/grammar/generally story flow, so I will use my awake brain to string together what my tired brain wrote the previous night. From time to time at least, other times I'm just too impatient and just fuck it and post it.

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Inspiration also tends to hit me here and there, so I will occasionally write down ideas and sentences at work if I have free time, or while I'm out and about on weekends - just pop open Tumblr/Google Docs and jot it down before I forget! Might be that I was mulling over the prompt/idea and I see/hear/think something that hits just right!

Yea but that's how I usually go about it! As chaotic as it sounds ngl, but it works I suppose :))

Would love to hear more about your idea flow/creative process if you would like to share! Like where you get your ideas and inspiration, character personalities, or anything else you want to talk about :)

[fategoflatass]

My Winter 2024 Watchlist & Opinions

The feared time has come. After avoiding this post like the plague, I finally put myself to write my pretty unnecessary thoughts on this season that's departing next week or so.

Admittely, it wasn't that big of a deal, but that might be because the bigger titles will come out the following season? (Should I also make a post about that?)

Anyway, let's get started!

Boku no Kokoro no Yabai Yatsu 2nd Season

Comedy, Romance, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆☆

CW: cringey teenagers

Here, we one again get to follow our favorite middle school duo—the edgy boy and the gluttony in human form—as they grow up and find out just how complicated being a teen can be. Awkwardness, idiots and cutsie romance ensured!

This series is just so damn adorable, man! And awkward, holy fuck it can be awkward. But being a teenager is, in big part, going through the cringiest phases possible to cleanse the karma of a lifetime, so is that a bad quality or an amazing depiction of real life?

Anyway, my guys are back and I can't explain just how happy I am about it! I'm usually not that fond of school romances since, well, they tend to be too immature for what I'm currently looking for. This was made especially obvious since I began watching more and more series centered around adult characters.

But this series is quite different—they're immature, yes, but it's not as annoying as they tend to be. You know why? Because they found out about this thing called communication. Yes, they're not the greatests at it, but at least they're trying!

I've been thinking on checking the manga out, although I haven't decided yet. If anyone here has read it/is up to date, should I get into it or wait until next season comes out?

BUCCHIGIRI?!

Action, Supernatural // ☆☆

CW: big ammounts of cringe

Arajin Tomoshibi's reunion with his old pal Matakara Asamine takes an unexpected turn when they stumble into a brawl with the toughest guys in town. And just when you thought things couldn't get weirder, a colossal genie decides to drop in. Brace yourself for the ultimate showdown. It's the clash of the cool and the magical!

(Yes, I stole the summary from AniList. Couldn't bother to write something down for this one).

This series comes from Utsumi Hiroko—the same woman who worked on Free! and Banana Fish, the mind behind SK8; one of my biggest comfort shows. And honestly, it shows!

Because BUCCHIGIRI?! is an amalgamation of all her previous ones.

You have the childhood friend pair composed of the Gentle Giant™ (who's quite literally Makoto 2.0, personality and appareance wise) and a dude who has only one goal in life—for Haru, it was to swim free style. For Arajin, is to get laid. And no, I'm not kidding.

Then you get the delinquents (I refuse to call them gangs. They remind me too much to the Tokyo Revengers guys, and I despise that show) and their corresponding leaders—the fruity freak (who I love, ngl) with the obssesive, brocon little sister (who I despise, ngl), the big ass bitch whose age's unknown but seems too old to be hanging around teens, and later on we get a guy who reminds me a lot of Jamil from Twisted Wonderland only that he's utterly pathetic, a professional crybaby and, overall, unbearable—entirely different from my totally cool and more than respectable guy.

There's not much to say about the rest of the cast since they're forgettable to a fault, having little to not charisma. Expect for the skirt guy, he's neat.

When it comes to the supernatural side of things, ugh. The dude who follows Arajin around is exasperating and so cringey I tend to skip fowards when I know a joke—the joke, the only thing he knows besides fighting—is coming.

Speaking of which, the fight scenes are cool, MAPPA doing their best as always. I just wish they would beat up Arajin more often (and that he didn't have to scream his primal urges every time he's going for a punch).

And, for fuck's sake, don't get me started on Arajin. He's the worst protagonist this woman has ever come out with—zero charisma, a total asshole, a terrible friend, and a guy who'd make you want to die if he ever got a crush on you.

I'll cut it here since it's getting too long and I don't wanna get into spoiler territory (in case anyone cares about that), but yeah. I don't recommend, at all. Go watch her other shows instead.

Dungeon Meshi

Adventure, Comedy, Fantasy // ☆☆☆¾

CW: blood, death, violence

While exploring a dungeon, the adventurer Laios and his party are confronted by and lose against a red dragon—they're left without money, provisions and Laios' sister. But not everything is lost, since they can still save her while the creature digests its food. The problem is, they can't fight with an empty stomach!

The best show of the season, hands down. Not like it had much competition to begin with, but anyway.

When I first heard about the show's plot, I admit it, it didn't call me at all. But certain someone (*cough* @arataka-reigen *cough*) convinced me to give it a try. And here we are!

Honestly, I haven't had a laugh like this with an anime in so long! Not only because of the jokes, but the characters are perfectly designed for the viewer to laugh with and, most importantly, at them. I actually have the theory that they're the ones responsible for the BUCCHIGIRI?! cast's lack of charisma. I mean, they had to steal it from somewhere—is too much!

From what I know, more characters are yet to appear (I saw a catgirl and, as a cat lover, I just gotta see the catgirl) and the story gets darker with time (in case episode eleven wasn't enough hint for you).

I can't wait to see what this story has to offer next!

Gekai Elise

Comedy, Fantasy, Romance // ☆☆½

CW: tracheotomies without gloves

In seek of redemption, Takamoto Aoi becomes a doctor to help those who she would've either mistreated or ignored in her past life. Sadly, she gets involved in a plane crash and dies—only to wake up as her past self, ten years before her demise! She'll now look to become a surgeon once again, in the hopes of changing her fate.

If I had to describe it with one word, it would be meh.

The characters, the plot, the romance—it's all pretty average. A wet piece of cardboard is way more interesting than the entire cast and the story put together. The love story is whatever, not engaging enough to get me interested on their scenes.

What I would've liked is if they went on and changed the affections names for something more fantasy-ish or that has to do with the world in which they live in—I highly doubt these people knew about the existence of Dr. James Parkinson, so why would they name a disease after him? That sorta thing, you know?

But anyways, basic ass story with basic ass characters, and I'm a fool for having given it a chance.

And if I may ask, where the hell is the lamp?!

HIGH CARD Season 2

Action, Fantasy // ☆☆½

CW: cultural appropiation (?), blood, some violence

The High Card team keeps on fighting to mantain peace in the city, all meanwhile some of its members are still dealing with past consequences. But when new trouble surrounding the cards surges, they have to get to work to save the day once again!

Look, if the summary ain't shit is mainly because this show has me so uninspired. The only reason why I didn't steal it from AniList is because it doesn't have one.

In case anyone wonders why I'm still watching this show, same. I guess season one wasn't that bad for me to go and drop it, so I decided to give it a second chance. Do I regret it? Mmh, kinda.

To be honest, it's not entirely bad. I mean, it's certainly worst than its predecessor, but it had an interesting section that had me paying a little more attention than usual for like, two episodes or so. And then it lost me again.

The section I'm talking about is around episodes five to seven, where—and spoiling as little as I can—things get rather dramatic. It felt like a cry for help disguised as character growth that did nothing, absolutely nothing, to the characters themselves. They could've skipped those episodes and it would've been business as usual.

In the first two episodes we get introduced to his superhero-like guy who loves spitting random words in Spanish and, no, he's not even Hispanic. Then, he proceeded to not appear for the rest of the season. At least for now, we're currently in episode ten. But even if he were to appear once again, I don't think there's enough time to develop him or create a plot surrounding his cringey ass.

Also, and this might be petty as hell: they never explain why the cards look like the poker ones? I mean, they shared the lore behind them, yet that didn't explain this? How did they come out with the cards' and combination's names if they're supposed to not be poker related?

Hime-sama, "Goumon" no Jikan desu

Comedy, Fantasy // ☆☆¼

CW: none

Amidst the war between their kingdoms, the Princess is captured and imprisoned by the demons alongside her mythical sword and companion, Excalibur. It all seems grim for these two but, when the time comes around, the demons' torture methods seem a bit... gourmet?

I came into this show solely because of the trailer. What can I say? It looked nice. And to be honest, the entires series does.

These type of shows don't tend to be my cup of tea, but I thought it could turn out to be something similar to Maou-jou de Oyasumi—something that doesn't catch me at first, yet its second half leaves me wanting some more of those charismatic characters (Twilight my beloved).

The problem here is that God, it's repetitive. This series has one sole formula and will repeat it till the end of times, with barely some exceptions.

As LunarEquinox would put it, "it not her being tortured, it's you being tortured by repitition".

Kyuujitsu no Warumono-san

Comedy, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆½

CW: none

Planet Earth and its habitants are in danger; they've become the main target of an evil intergalactic organization who seeks to rule the world! The Rangers do everything in their power to defend the citizens from the General—but today's his day off.

Another fluffly, non plot-centric series. But this one I'm quite fond of.

I guess it's because I really like the «gap moe» concept? The difference between the protagonist's intimidating and powerful look at work and his casual, awkward and panda-obsessed self once he's home it's pretty adorable. It's like he goes from being a lion to one of those long ass domestic cats who'd let you hold him if close enough—only that I think he's supposed to be a lizard(?) of some sorts.

But it's not only him; you also get to see his coworkers with are all very formidable, and even the Rangers themselves. Red having no sense of orientation whatsoever is too relatable, I hate it here.

Not much to say, really. It's just a show about a long ass dude on a trenchcoat whose (most probably, undiagnosed) autism gets him to buy anything panda-related. If he were to become the ruler of the new world, I wouldn't oppose to it.

Loop 7-kaime no Akuyaku Reijou wa, Moto Tekikoku de Jiyuu Kimamana Hanayome Seikatsu wo Mankitsu Suru

Fantasy, Romance // ☆☆☆¾

CW: violence, mentions of war

Rishe Irmgard Weitzner, a duke's daughter, has lived many lives—and it's not a saying. For the past few decades, she's been trapped in a timeloop where her engagement gets called off at age fifteen and, from then fowards, she's decided to go down different paths. A merchant, a doctor, a maid—whatever called her attention. Is in her seventh time she become subject of the affections of infamous crown prince, Arnold Hein—the very same man who'd killed her in one of her past lives as a knight. When he asks Rishe to become his wife, she decides to utilize her every skill to avoid the upcoming war.

This one's different from the others, in the sense that I wasn't there when the first episode premiered. I guess it hadn't caught my attention (and the way they colored the hairs looked so bad to me at times, and still does). But again, certain someone began posting about it and I couldn't help myself.

I found this series to be a tad more interesting than the average female public-centric fantasy series. They actually cared to build an appealing plot with its politics and all, while also giving us an attractive main couple whose chemistry is quite nice. I like it when the characters banter, they go back and forth a little bit, but still show feelings for each other—is entertaining, isn't it?

While it's not my favorite series from this season, I do find it highly recommendable—independently of whether you're already into this type of shows or you'd like to give them a try.

Majo to Yajuu

Action, Adventure, Drama, Fantasy // ☆☆

CW: violence, blood

A guy carrying a coffin alongside his companion appear in a town, searching for the witch who cursed her and fighting some others in the meantime.

I love dark fantasy stories, so when I stumbled upon this show it grabbed my attention almost immediately. The whole concept of wiches, curses and different types of magic has always been a concept I quite enjoy. When it's well done, that is.

What Majo to Yajuu brings to the table is an uninspired series that unapologetically grabs concepts from other stories similar in concept, and doesn't even try to do anything new with them. The magic system is has is so average and uninteresting, and the same happens with the different conflicts that surround the main plot.

And even when it is supposed to have a more mature tone, there are times where they spoon feed you basic information as if you were too stupid to comprehend the intricacies of something you've seen multiple times—not even in other places, but in the same show, even the same episode.

The characters are heavily boring, the main duo being the most salvable of all. They do have some chemistry, but it's just not enough.

Anyways, just another letdown.

Metallic Rouge

Action, Mystery, Sci-Fi // ☆½

CW: violence

In a future where humankind coexists with androids called Neans, a group of them known as the Immortal Nine rises to cause havoc in society. Rouge, a Nean, alongside investigator Naomi are tasked with going all the way to Mars to stop them.

Also known as Bones' 25th Anniversary project, Metallic Rouge arrived to put many interesting question on the table—question that have been talked about multiple times in movies and series revolving androids and robots, yet is always cool to see what different authors have to say about the matter.

Sadly, the way they decide to manage the story is quite futile when it comes to enjoyment. That is, they decided to take the "show, don't tell" narrative route—something we've seen in series like Tengoku Daimakyou, and damn if it worked there. The thing is that this narration style is rather complicated, and can't be saved if done wrong.

Well, guess what happened?

Whether it's the scripwriters' fault or not, I've no idea. The only thing I know for sure is that they fucked up. The give you little to no information, which doesn't help the viewer to try solving the mystery by themselves nor succeeds at keeping them engaged. The only thing attractive enough are the fight scenes, but they become more are more scarse as the episodes go on. Is then when the staff realizes they messed things up, and as a result you get episode nine—a huge ass info dump, with twists that no one would've been able to guess since they hadn't given us enough hints to even get a hunch of what could be going on.

An absolute mess and a masterful class on how not to do things.

Ninja Kamui

Action, Adventure, Drama, Sci-Fi // ☆☆☆¾

CW: death, fire, blood, violence

Higan is a retired ninja who lives in hiding with his family in rural America. One night, assassins from his former organization end up slaughtering both his wife and son due to him breaking their ancient code. Now seeking for revenge, Higan goes back to his old ways in the means to make them pay.

This one is such a wild ride! From the same director who worked on Jujutsu Kaisen's first season, we get an action-packed revenge series.

Yes, it might not be the most original or complex plot of all times, yet that's not its main focus. What it is its main focus are the fight scenes which are absolutely amazing, so fluid and entertaining. You won't be able to take your eyes from the screen!

Even then, the characters are compelling enough for you to either root for them or hope for the hero to end their lives once and for all.

This series is an absolute banger and no one should sleep on it!

Ore dake Level Up na Ken

Action, Adventure, Fantasy // ☆☆½

CW: death, violence, blood, edgelords

After being slaughtered by monsters in a dungeon that was far from matching his rank, Jinwoo, or "the weakest Hunter of all" as called by many others, wakes up only to find out he now that the "System" by his side. This program that only he can see will help him do the impossible—level up.

So here we are, huh.

The biggest anime this season, and it's a fucking power fantasy with extra steps. I swear to God...

Jinwoo is a boring ass piece of wet cardboard, which is meant for the viewer to find it easier to self-insert as him. Those around him are either beings with no personality at all, default mean guys, or the love interest that just has to be there to tell us just how cool and attractive the protagonist has become—not like we needed her for that, since everyone is a simp for that guy for some hell of a reason—and to be saved because she'd be dead without him.

The only thing worth your time would be the action scenes, but since they depend so much on the viewer's hype, and that mainly comes from those who root for the protagonist, it just doesn't work on me.

This shit's boring, man.

Yubisaki to Renren

Romance, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆½

CW: ableism

Yuki is just your average college student who struggles with classes as one does. One day, she gets helped in the train by an upperclassman named Itsuomi. That's when he finds out that she's actually deaf.

One of the most hyped up series from this season, and for good reasons. Not only is a shoujo—sadly, this series don't tend to get anime adaptations as often as their counterparts—, but is a rather well known one.

To the surprise of no one, this is one fluffy series! The characters are all charismatic and sweet, some more than others, and their personalities and struggles feel very human.

The romance is adorable, although I have it hard to not see Itsuomi as someone who's trying to complete a dating speedrun—might be my demi ass, but they've known each other for like, what, two to three months? And they're already dating?

Yuki's deafness is touched upon with such respect, except for when Oushi opens his fucking mouth. I don't know if it's him or the author themself who sugarcoats his ableism as if it came from sheer worry for her future, but saying deaf people should stay at home is in no way a cool thing to say or think. I doubt he'll stay like this forever, but warning you just in case it results uncomfortable for someone.

To end on a more positive note, I love the fact that they center so much around the character's lip movements! It just feels right for the themes that the series touches upon.

Yuuki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern

Action, Comedy, Mecha // ☆☆☆½

CW: violence, war, torture (it's just one scene)

In a world where the military utilizes mechas as weapons, Oahu island, where both the Japanese and American troops are located at the moment, gets attacked by an unknown, intergalatic enemy. They'll now have to join forces to defend the planet.

I think it was Mother's Basement's video that convinced me to give this show a chance and, honestly? I don't quite regret it. After all, I like parodies and mechas, so why not combine both?

Given, I haven't watched every mecha anime there is out there—and with that, I mean that I've yet to watch Gundam which I think was a major inspiration for this one series. But even if you haven't watched it either, that doesn't mean you won't get to enjoy it.

It does make references to the genre's different tropes, yeah, but it serves as a standalone. The comedy works even if it's your first mecha series since some scenes are just so absurd.

The characters are cool, each and every one of them having enough charisma for you to be able to remember them through the entire season. They all have enough chemistry with each other to make their bonds belieable.

With time, the series starts leaving the comedy aspect aside and gets more centered around its actual plot—although the laughs never truly leave. And it actually works, which I admit surprised me a bit.

A series curious enough I think you should give it a chance.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Forty-Two

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4137

Enough babbling. Back to the action… I guess 🤔

This chapter may not be pleasant to read for some people.

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Sanzu informed you about three different places that were behind on their last protection payment. Two restaurants agreed to pay the fee immediately and gave you the required amount in cash, while also informing you who was behind the whole situation. You were not expecting the answer that came. 

A woman named Mina, who convinced Sato to betray Bonten and join Yuu's side. She was the one responsible for the attempted murder of you, Sanzu, and Mochizuki during Sato's club takeover. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were aware that you had heard of this woman before, but you couldn't remember when or where. 

"Everything alright, Y/n?" Sanzu asked you as you drove silently to your last destination. On the way, you stopped at a small restaurant for a decent ramen, and now the man sat comfortably in his passenger seat. 

“I don't know.” 

“Huh? Didn't you like it?” 

“I couldn't enjoy the food. That name keeps popping in my head, Mina.” You explained, stopping at a red light. “I feel like I've heard it before.” 

“Mina is a very common female name, and a lot of hookers use it as a nickname.” He shrugged. 

“Yeah, you're right. I just don't understand how one woman could intimidate three guys who work with us.” You replied, frowning slightly. “That doesn't make sense. How did she do that?” 

“Or what she promised them.” Sanzu sighed and laughed quietly. “Maybe she's some kind of billionaire or something? Or is she hiding an army under her skirt that could defeat us?” 

“An STD?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and Sanzu slapped you hard on the thigh. “Ouch!” 

“You're disgusting.” Your passenger grimaced. “Fuck... Disgusting. Couldn't you have said something else?” 

“Sorry... So, now the club and we're going to Mikey's, right?” 

“Yes. You can drop me off at the apartment building on the way back.” He adjusted his seat belt and you gave him a sad look. 

“Why?” 

“What, why? I haven’t been home in a while.” 

“It’s not like you left the kids alone and they’re crying…” 

“We are not married and I do not want to hear what your sister thinks of us.” He raised one hand stopping you from speaking. “Seriously, she should focus on her private life.” 

You did not comment on this, knowing that your sister had been trying to set her traps on Ran Haitani for almost three years. Sanzu knew about it as well and often found himself watching her efforts from the sidelines, thoroughly enjoying it. 

“In three days, I will go to visit my father, it will be his birthday.” You said after a long moment of silence. 

“Uh-huh.” 

“It's funny that their birthdays are on the same day…” 

“Hmm?” 

“My dad and Natsuko.” You said, giving him a quick glance. “I already have a present for her.” 

“That dollhouse you bought at the toy store you weren’t supposed to go to alone?” 

“Come on, Sanzu. It’s not like that woman has any chance with me.” 

“I don’t like it when she hangs around you.” The pink haired man’s tone was quite grim and you smiled at him slightly. 

“I know you made sure she wouldn’t come to my cafe anymore.” 

Sanzu glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and shrugged slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Of course.” 

You pulled into the parking lot of a nightclub building in the entertainment district and both of you got out of the car. Sanzu smoothed out his jacket and pulled out a bottle of pills, from which he poured one pill into his hand and put it in his mouth. 

“Are we going there right away?” You asked and seeing the man shake his head, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes. You took one out for yourself and offered one to your companion. 

“Ran sent a message that they were done and got a message from Kakucho to join us.” 

You put the lighter under his cigarette so he could light it and as soon as he took the first drag, you lit your own. You had the feeling that something similar had already happened. You, Sanzu, the Haitani brothers and collecting a debt from a nightclub... 

You had a strangely bad feeling. 

You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, watching it float in the air and disappear. You looked up at the sky, which was slowly starting to fill with rain clouds. You hadn't checked the weather forecast beforehand, too busy with the pink-haired man standing right next to you, enjoying his cigarette. 

“Who owns the club?” You asked casually. 

“Naoko Akabane.” He answered you with a shrug. 

“A woman?” You looked at him carefully as he took a drag on his cigarette. 

He flicked the ash on the ground. “Yes, but only on the papers. This club is supposed to look completely legal. The real manager, so to speak, is her husband, Koji Akabane.” 

You mumbled under your breath and after a moment you both heard muffled music from the car radio. 

“And here are our partners.” Sanzu grumbled as an elegant car belonging to the Haitani brothers pulled into the parking lot. 

Rindou parked his car next to yours, the music stopped and both men got out of the car, of course Rindou was the driver as usual. They walked up to you slowly and also took out cigarettes, which they lit and inhaled. 

“So, gentlemen... We have to work together again.” Ran smiled crookedly and Rindou nodded to you in a slightly more friendly gesture, to which you returned the same. 

“Any explanation as to why we have to go there together?” Sanzu asked, ignoring the teasing tone of the taller brother's voice. 

“Akabane has announced that he will not pay us under any circumstances and is ending his cooperation.” Rindou spoke up. 

“Is this a joke?” Sanzu looked at him and blinked a few times. “What is this idiot thinking? Who does he think we are? A gang from the backyard, for fuck's sake?” 

“He's grown in feathers, you can't blame him.” You put out your cigarette listening to Ran's comment. “I knew he shouldn't be indulged.” 

“Who indulged him?” Sanzu got irritated, throwing the cigarette butt. “This fucker will learn a lesson and tuck his tail between his legs.” 

You looked at your butts, feeling your bad feeling only deepen. 

“You can still get along with Naoko normally, she's a good girl, but you have to keep Koji by the throat all the time.” Rindou nodded. “Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” 

You looked at him, hiding your cigarette butt and the one belonging to Sanzu in your handkerchief. All three men were looking at you as if you had grown an extra head. You felt a little embarrassed, but you shrugged and put the bundle in your jacket pocket. 

“I have a bad feeling. It's just evening and there's a police station nearby. If there's any use of force...” You patted your pocket. “They better not find any traces.” 

Your companions looked at you in silence for a moment, then Rindou turned to his brother. 

“Y/n is right, brother. Better safe than sorry.” 

“Fuck, you spend too much time with your sister.” The other grumbled and put out his cigarette, passing the butt to his younger brother, who looked at it with an unreadable expression, as if he wanted to protest, but in the end did the same as you. 

“Since when are you so careful, huh?” Sanzu asked calmly, but before you could answer him, he smiled and waved his hand. “Anything that will make you calmer.” 

“There are no cameras here, right?” Rindou asked suddenly. 

“We didn’t put them in the parking lot.” The pink-haired man answered him, looking around carefully. “No. I can’t see anything. Besides, even if they put something somewhere, we have the right to take all the recordings or simply delete them.” 

“Should we enter through the back entrance or the front?” Ran asked calmly. 

“The back entrance, it’ll be closer to the office.” Sanzu answered and you all walked up to the large metal door and the man extended his open hand towards you. “Key.” 

You pulled the key from your pants pocket that you had earlier taken out of the glove compartment of your car and handed it to your boss. The man inserted it into the keyhole and tried to turn it to unlock the lock. The key didn’t budge. Haruchiyo tried to turn it again, but still without any effect. 

“The son of a bitch changed the lock.” He said in disbelief and looked at you. “Do you get it? The son of a bitch changed the lock.” 

Ran pushed him away from the door and tried to insert the key into the keyhole again, moving his hand but the effect was the same. He pulled out the key and handed it back to you, while nodding to his brother. 

“Rindou.” The younger Haitani took a small case containing a set of lockpicks from the inside pocket of his jacket and crouched in front of the metal door and began fiddling with the lock. 

“We better get ready.” Sanzu said as he pulled out his weapon. “I’ll kill the son of a bitch.” 

You looked around again, checking if anyone could see you, but everything was fine. After a short while, there was a quiet click and Rindou put away the lockpicks. He stood up from his crouched position and pulled out his gun. 

“Ready. We can go in.” He pulled the handle, and the door opened without a sound, which gave you a slight advantage. 

You entered and walked carefully down the narrow corridor, which was immersed in semi-darkness. On the way, you passed the staff toilets, which you checked immediately and when they turned out to be empty, you headed straight to the half-closed office door. Through the gap between the door and the frame, you could see the light on and every now and then you could hear snatches of some conversation. 

“... I don't know...” A male voice said, and after a moment a female one answered him. 

“... bad idea... You can't...” 

“Shut up!” Another man shouted and there was a slap and a short cry from a woman. 

“Leave it…” The first man said. “Bonten… fucked up…” 

“Sato was weak! Stop crying!” Another slap and this time you could clearly hear the woman’s sobs that she was trying to muffle. 

You stopped in the hallway and looked at each other. There were probably only three people in the room, but you couldn’t be completely sure. The woman shouldn’t be a problem. 

Sanzu bristled and walked to the door with a confident step, you immediately followed. He kicked it and aimed his gun at one of the men, and you immediately aimed your gun at the other. Ran and Rindou entered the office right behind you. 

“Fuck...” A man around your age jumped up from behind the desk, but seeing Ran aiming a gun at him, he froze. A shot from one gun could have missed, but from two... The chances were slim. 

“How nice of you to be here, Koji.” Sanzu said in a contemptuous tone, addressing the man standing right next to the terrified woman, whose face was wet with tears. She was holding her hand to her reddened cheek, and blood was seeping from her nose. “Naoko. I see you have company.” 

“Shut up, dog.” The stranger growled, and Sanzu's gun went off, sending a bullet right next to the guy's head. 

“One more word from you, and I swear I'll blow your head off.” He hissed. “Who the fuck are you, huh?” 

“Kiss my ass.” Wrong answer, oh, very wrong... There was another bang and a scream as the man fell into the chair behind him. He grabbed his arm, blood gushing from between his fingers. 

“You son of a bitch!” He groaned in pain, and Sanzu laughed, waving his weapon. "You fucker..." 

“You're lucky I'm having a fairly good day today.” He stepped closer to the desk and peered into the man’s face. “I’ve changed my mind. I’d love to play interrogation with you.” 

“Fuck if I tell you…” 

You glanced at Koji, who was being searched by Rindou, but as soon as you heard another scream from the injured man, you looked in his direction. Sanzu had broken his nose, which was bleeding profusely. 

“Don’t leave a mess, Sanzu.” Ran spoke up, helping the woman up from the floor. “If even one small drop of his blood is left here…” 

“I know, I know. Stop groaning.” 

“Should I tie him up?” You asked and Sanzu looked at you over his shoulder. 

“Sure. Tie his hands with a belt from his pants. You can take the other one from the traitor.” 

You did as you were told and as you moved away from the immobilized, wounded man, you saw anger mixed with fear in his eyes. Sanzu turned to Koji, who was glaring at him. 

“You.” He nodded at him. “Will you cooperate?” 

“Go fuck your bitch…” He growled and Sanzu shot him right between the eyes. 

“Wrong answer.” He grumbled, ignoring the woman's desperate cry, and turned back to the strange man. “And now, my friend, maybe you'll finally introduce yourself nicely, huh?” 

The other clenched his teeth, blood dripping from his nose onto his already bloody shirt. 

“Oh, I see I'm going to have some fun.” Haruchiyo smiled widely, a mad glint appearing in his eyes. “I haven't had the chance to do this in a long time. Wonderful!” 

You looked back at the woman, who had moved away from her husband's body. She hid her face in both hands and whimpered briefly. Ran ran his hand over her shoulder and she looked at him, nodded and turned her eyes, red from crying, to Sanzu. 

“I'll tell you everything.” Her voice was shaking, but she tried to give it strength. “I'll tell you anything you want. I'll cooperate.” 

“I know you will, honey. You always cooperate with Bonten.” Sanzu said in a bored tone, not sparing her a glance. “Take her to the room at the end of the hall, where the strippers' changing rooms are, and question her.” 

“Sure.” Rindou said, and together with his brother, they led Naoko out of the office, closing the door behind them. 

“Now…” Sanzu circled the desk, running his finger along its surface. “Where were we?” He pulled a small folding knife out of his pocket and unfolded it. “Ah, yeah. Who the fuck are you, huh?” 

You slipped your hand behind the back of the man tied to the chair and pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, handing it to your companion. He opened it and pulled out the man’s driver’s license. 

“Uh-huh… Mr. Shigeo Hoshino. That’s a start.” He smiled as he sat down on the desk. “So, Mr. Hoshino… What brings you here?” 

“Go fuck yourself…” 

“Maybe later.” Sanzu pursed his lips slightly. “You’re here on business, right?” 

“You’re wasting your time. That bitch, Akabane, will tell you everything.” 

“Let's start with the fact that Naoko is not a whore but a loyal employee...” Sanzu started to play with the knife, and the man's eyes followed the blade he was holding. “And you're trash, from whom we'll extract information anyway and won't let go so quickly...” 

“You won't let me go at all.” The other spat blood. 

Haruchiyo rolled his eyes, smiled and slightly shrugged one shoulder. “True, but it depends only and solely on you how quickly you die.” 

“I advise you to cooperate.” You said in the man's ear, ignoring the gangster's warning look. 

The man swallowed hard but shook his head. “No way. Otherwise, my family will suffer.” 

“Ha! See? You’re already starting to talk.” Sanzu laughed. “My colleague… I’m sorry, my friend…” He gestured at you. “He can give you his word that if you tell us what we want to hear, we’ll make an exception and not hurt your family. What do you think, Mr. Hoshino?” 

“What kind of guarantee can I have, huh? None!” 

“On the contrary.” The pink-haired man leaned forward slightly. “Do you have children?” 

The man hesitated, but his lips twisted into a grimace. “It’s none of your business.” 

Sanzu sighed dramatically and plunged the tip of the knife into the man's bullet wound, moving it around. Hoshino screamed in pain and took a few sharp breaths. When your companion withdrew the knife, a prolonged howl escaped the man's mouth. 

"I told you, cooperate." You threw out casually, watching as the man's head fell to his chest due to losing consciousness. 

You looked at Sanzu and saw nothing but indifference. He raised his bright eyes at you, in which there was no trace of amusement anymore. 

"Terribly weak, huh? For someone who refrains from talking, he has a low tolerance for pain." 

You shrugged and out of the corner of your eye you saw the guy raise his head. “I guess it's not so bad. He's back already.” 

“Okay, nice. We'll give you a head start.” Haruchiyo took another interest in the man. “Is your employer a man or a woman? Think about it and tell us the truth.” 

“A woman…” He gasped, a single tear rolling down his cheeks. “Woman… Mina…” 

“Dear God... Was it really that hard? Hoshino?” Sanzu leaned back and looked at the ceiling. 

“No... No...” Your hostage shook his head and groaned in pain. 

“Thank you.” You patted his good shoulder and Sanzu smiled again. 

“And now another question.” He leaned down and began swinging the knife like a pendulum. “Where is she?” 

“I don’t know…” The man whispered and Sanzu plunged the blade into one of his thighs. “AHHH!!! TOSHIMA! TOSHIMA!” 

“Mina is in Toshima.” The gangster said calmly, looking straight at you. He twisted the blade of the knife a few times and pulled it out of the crying man’s leg. “Great. We’re getting better at working together, aren’t we, Mr. Hoshino?” 

“Yes…” 

“Do you have any other secrets you’d like to share with us?” 

The man shook his head weakly, but you knew that this answer wouldn't satisfy your friend and you were right, because another howl was heard from the man as Sanzu stabbed him in the other thigh. This time he did it several times in different places and judging by the rapidly growing blood stain, he had severed the aorta. 

"Fuck... We weren't supposed to make a mess." You said, watching the blood drip onto the floor, creating a puddle. You clenched your hand in the man's hair and tilted his head back. 

"Oh, well. We have cleanup people." Sanzu stood up from the desk and in one smooth movement cut Mr. Hoshino's throat. Blood spurted from his neck, splashing a part of the jacket and pants of the pink-haired gangster. “Fuck... Well... That leaves us with Naoko. You can always count on this girl.” 

You let go of the man's head and pulled out your phone to call the cleaning crew, but Sanzu raised his hand. 

“I'll call. Go check on Ran and Rindou.” You nodded and walked out of the office into the narrow hallway. 

You opened the door to the changing room you had already been to a few weeks ago looking for a drunk Sanzu and everyone looked at you. The interrogation seemed to be over, as the woman had already dried her tears with the handkerchief she held in her hands, and her posture was one of relief. 

“Sanzu made a mess, didn't he?” Ran's tone of voice expressed tiredness and when you just shrugged he shook his head disapprovingly. 

“You know how he is.” 

“Yeah... Mina, or rather Minako Hakugawa is in Toshima. She owns a restaurant and doesn't hide. She is often accompanied by a tall, man with piercing eyes.” Rindou said and the woman nodded. 

“It could be Yuu.” You said, remembering your stepbrother’s eyes, which seemed to be staring at you from the photos your father had in your family home. “What are you going to do now? Are you going with us to Mikey’s?” 

“No. Our mission is done.” Ran said, standing up from the chair he was sitting on. “We’ll take Naoko to her house and go back to our place.” 

You nodded and all of you left the room full of dressing tables and various lewd clothes that belonged to the girls working in the club. You decided to take the two brothers and the woman to the back exit and you winced slightly when you saw Naoko quicken her pace, passing the wide open door to the office where her husband’s dead body lay. 

“Sanzu, we’re leaving.” Ran said, peeking inside and you could see from his profile that he wasn’t pleased with the sight he saw there. 

You said goodbye to them and watched as Rindou let the woman into the back of the car, in which they drove off in a direction known only to them. You closed the metal door and returned to the pink-haired man, who in the meantime had managed to find portable drives on which recordings from cameras placed throughout the nightclub were saved. 

“We're taking this with us and getting out of here as soon as the cleaning crew shows up.” He said to you in a calm tone, handing you the unplugged devices. 

You looked down at them and pursed your lips slightly. 

“What's wrong with you? You're not softening up, are you?” Sanzu laughed. 

“I feel like I know this Mina.” 

“This again, Y/n? We've already discussed this, honey...” He sighed, starting to get irritated. 

“I know, but it's not that.” 

“Can you explain?” 

“I feel like I've really met her before.” 

“Where and when?” 

“I don't know.” You replied after a moment, looking up at your lover's face. “I don't know how to explain it.” 

"Could you at least try?" Sanzu encouraged you in a calm tone. 

You clenched your hands around the portable drives and after a few seconds, you relaxed them slightly. “Have you ever had the feeling that some events were completely different than you remembered them?” 

“Sometimes. It depends on what you were focused on at the time. Over time, when other people tell you the events from their point of view, your memory becomes distorted.” Sanzu answered you calmly. 

“Yes, but that’s not it.” 

“Okay, so what? Are you telling me that you have two different memories related to the same event?” The man snorted in amusement. “I take drugs, and you have the effects, Y/n?” 

“I'm serious.” You frowned slightly, turning your head towards the guy tied to the chair and giving your voice seriousness. “Sometimes I get the impression that my family should be dead.” 

Your companion fell silent and you felt his watchful gaze on you. You were tempted to look at him, but you focused on the wound gaping across the man's throat. 

“What do you mean they should be dead?” 

“Exactly what that means. They should be in the cemetery with my mom.” You shook your head slightly. “It's like something is forcibly trying to replace my memories with new ones...” 

“What do you remember?” The calm, yet cold tone of Sanzu's voice caught your attention and you looked back into the gangster's bright eyes. 

“Right... They're just short snapshots, and when I try to focus on them, they disappear.” 

Haruchiyo searched your face with his watchful gaze and you could have sworn there was a glint of understanding in them, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come and the man shrugged. 

“You watch too much TV.” He said in an indifferent tone and brushed loose strands of hair from your forehead. “Don’t worry about it. Take the portable drives to the car and wait for the guys.” He stroked your cheek and kissed your other one. “I'll just browse around here for a while and join you, okay?” 

You nodded, trying to smile, but it didn’t work out so well and the man pursed his lips. 

“You’ll see, once we find this Mina, you’ll realize it’s just your imagination. You’re tired of all this chasing after your brother.” 

You sighed quietly and this time your lips stretched into a gentle smile. You leaned in slightly and kissed Haruchiyo. 

“I’m sure you’re right, thank you.” 

As soon as the metal door closed behind you and you felt a colder breeze on your face, your enthusiasm vanished. You had a feeling that standing face to face with Minako Hakugawa wouldn’t answer the questions circulating in your head but would actually create a new one. 

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[ren-rambles-often]

Hi...Do you know what anime you'll watch this season?

My top 3 fav this season are :

- Tadaima, Okaeri (wholesome BL, also one of my comfort read)

-Black Butler : Public School Arc (yes the ship is problematic but you cannot deny the shipper when you watch it. I'm not shipping SebasCiel but I'm not anti too. Their canon relationship is complicated but great story)

-Wind Breaker (bucchigiri but way better and loveable mc)

Hope you'll like them.....

Hey hey ( ◜‿◝ )♡, Literally following all of these already.

Black Butler was definitely a must, since the announcement dropped sometime last year I've been unable to keep it out of my mind. It's understandable not everyone will ship them but I personally have missed Sebaciel shenanigans so much and seeing favorite characters like Soma (although with less melanin than I remember lol what =_=) in the recent episode just made me so happy.

As for Tadaima Okaeri, I was looking forward to it for a long time, so far I'm not disappointed and it's definitely so fucking cute. All I'm saying is...if any country needs to push baby making propaganda they should go for this instead of the trashy het stuff, I don't make the rules.

I have almost no thoughts on Wind Breaker. It's definitely an upgrade but after the disappointment that was Bucchigiri, I've began to keep my expectations for Delinquent shows low (Tokyo revengers and IWGP are yet to be topped for me). It's not bad but do feel like it's lacking substance in some areas and trying too hard. The main character isn't a bitch tho so I know there's hope for it yet.

To me this year's winter season had way more exciting stuff but there are a number of other anime I'd love to recommend for this spring.

Karasu wa aruji wa Erabanai (The Raven does not choose it's Master) Is almost like the apothecary diaries, but with magic, and without the herbs and medicine...but it has the court politics so yay (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ taking place in a world where people can turn into three legged ravens called Yatagurasu, Yukiya after causing some trouble for his family is taken to serve the most special of specials crown prince who is to become the next Kin'u after picking a bride from the four daughters of the clan heads sent to him. So basically every gay historical romance Wattpad story lol. Unfortunately this isn't a bl and though you can probably tell the prince will get married in future episodes, from these three eps, I think it establishes the focus will be on him and Yukiya, which, I couldn't ask for more.

Another Recommendation is Kaijuu no. 8, I have no words (in a good way). Just spacial forces slaying gigantic monsters while the main character suddenly becomes one of those monsters and has to still join the special force that at some point will kill him if they find out, or if they have found out they realize he's different from other monsters and can help them win the war for humanity *aot flashbacks ಥ‿ಥ* What I'm trying to say is that... it's good. I think it's funny with characters that have to potential to reel you in. I've been told the manga is pretty average tho but we'll see.

Touken Ranbu Kai is...something, I don't watch anime just for pretty boys but even if I didn't like the plot of this one I'd stick with it just for the guys. Beautiful character designs, the lore feels very fresh and intriguing and as well. There's a lot of philosophical topics I think the show has potential to dive into and I'm excited to see where we go moving forward from the three eps out currently.

Last but not least, there's Sentai Daishikkaku (Go Go Loser Ranger) I really don't want to spoil anything but let me just say, it's a brilliant subversion of the Power Rangers narrative. The sound track is fun while also hitting hard, and the characters definitely leave you wanting to know more about them and the world they're in. Definitely give it a try, I don't think you'll regret it.

Got a bit carried away with this one hahah, welp that's all my recs for now. Aside from my shipping stuff I'll probably talk about any of these every now and then, my top three right now tho are definitely Black Butler, Sentai Daishikkaku and Karasu wa aruji wa Erabanai. Anon has amazing taste but I'm a very big action and supernatural fan at heart so I'm based.

Depending on how disappointing or exciting things get along the line this list might change but unfortunately my feelings don't help the state of my FAL ranking so yeah wish me luck (〒﹏〒)

Feel free to leave YOUR current top 3 for this season in the comments, or if you joined FAL like me or just what you think of any of these of you're already watching them (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

[ciaossu-imagines]

Sleepover Evening!

So, one of my lovely commissioner's have given me the go-ahead to kind of allow myself a break so that I can spend the evening on here, since I have a very rare day off and I deeply appreciate the chance to jump on here. So, I'm going to be having a 'sleepover' evening! On top of some prompts I'll list, feel free to pop into my inbox and talk to me about anything and everything! I'm always down to talk, because all of you lovely readers are absolutely incredible people and I always feel a little astounded that I get to talk to people as cool as you guy's are!

I'm going to post the prompts in a separate post, divided into two categories - one will be prompts for the admin, for fun and to allow you guys to get to know me better or hear me rant about fandom stuff and then one category for prompts you can ask about for characters! From the character prompts, you can ask for characters from the following fandoms:

A3! Act! Addict! Actors!

Akudama Drive

All Out!!

Assassination Classroom (only 100 chapters in, so no major spoilers and understand I won't know everything)

Bakumatsu

Black Cat

Bleach

Blue Lock

Disney's Ultimate Spider-Man

My Hero Academia (again, rereading but only caught up to the start of the school festival arc so please don't spoil past that point - my reread's are going slow 😔)

Buddy Daddies

Bungou Stray Dogs

Chainsaw Man

Class of the Titans

Deadman Wonderland

Demon Slayer (anime only so only up to Swordsmith Village Arc)

Dogs: Bullets & Carnage

Eyeshield 21

Fairy Tail

Gangsta.

GetBackers (anime only)

Gintama

Golden Kamuy (again, not fully finished reading - no heavy spoilers)

Gravity Falls (Jesus fuck, but I love Stan Pines, great character)

Haikyuu!! (anime only)

High Card

Hinomaru Sumo

Hunter x Hunter

Ikemen Revolution

Joker Game

Jujutsu Kaisen

K Project

KHR!

Karneval

Kokuro no Basuke

Magi (again, currently reading - no huge spoilers please)

Mashle: Magic & Muscles

Mob Psycho 100

Mystic Messenger

Nabari no Ou

Nanbaka

Naruto

One Piece (only up to the Arabasta Arc, though have been massively spoiled...)

One Punch Man

Ouran High School Host Club

Ronin Warriors

Saiyuki

Salaryman's Club

Servamp

Sk8 The Infinity

The Covenant

The Outsiders

The Royal Tutor (anime only)

The Vampire Dies in No Time!

Tokyo Revengers (again, currently reading - no major spoilers please...though I've gotten a crap ton from friends who recommended the series)

Trickster

Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

[beneathashadytree]

MAYA’S 2K+ FOLLOWERS EVENT!

Just a month or so ago, this blog hit 2K followers! It feels so surreal; to have so many people reading (and actually enjoying! Like, can you imagine?) my fics is a dream come true. To celebrate this incredible milestone, I’ve decided to hold an event! I will be opening my requests for the upcoming weeks—from today, 26/1/2023, till 9/2/2023. I’ll be outlining my requesting rules here💗

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR:

One Piece

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Moriarty the Patriot

Attack on Titan

Boku No Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu!!

Kuroko no Basket

Tokyo Revengers

Juiutsu Kaisen

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Revolution

Check my regular rules for requesting to find out where I’m at in each series/game! And here is my full masterlist, if you’d like to check out my works!

GENRES I’LL WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (as long as I’m comfortable with it)

Hurt/Comfort

Angst to fluff

Platonic or romantic

PS: I generally write for gender-neutral readers! I try to be as inclusive as possible 🫶🏽

You can, of course, request more than one dialogue prompt. Any additional details you'd like, just let me know.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS:

Hi, I would like to request an angst piece for Jotaro Kujo in JJBA, prompt "Would you stop that?"

I want to request a smut piece for Vinsmoke Sanji, prompt number 64, reader is a switch and is the one saying it to him!

EVENT PROMPTS:

“No one's ever done that to me before.”

“Could you play with my hair?”

“I can't remember the last time I did this with someone.”

“That feels nice.”

“I haven't been hugged in years.”

“I never want to let go.”

“Let’s just cuddle forever.”

“You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I just want to be held for a little while.”

“You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

"I think I forgot what human contact felt like.”

“I need to remember what hugs feel like.”

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“My family was never the touchy-feely type.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I don't really know how to do the whole…..kissing thing.”

“You were my first kiss.”

“Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Can this stay between us?”

"I don't want you to go."

“Would you stop that?"

"Can we talk?”

"I have to tell you something."

"Take my hand."

"Sometimes I can't help but get lost in your eyes."

"This is my fault.”

"Talk to me. I'm here for you."

“Please, just come home."

"I didn't want to go to bed without you."

“You're doing it wrong."

"Go ahead, hit me."

“You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Why do you hate me?"

“Tell me something I don't know."

"Please don't make me go home."

"I've never seen you like this."

“You’re up early.”

"Let's just have sex instead."

"This part of you…seems to be very sensitive."

"Prove to me that you deserve this."

"If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

"Ah, I see you have a little problem. I can help."

"I've never been into this stuff…until I met you."

"I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."

"Be quiet. We're not alone."

"And what if I want you to do that?"

"It's okay, you're doing great. Keep going."

"Come back to bed."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"Can you feel what you've done to me?"

"Okay, but we have to be quick."

"Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before."

"I'll go gentle. Though, we can always change that."

"You shouldn't have said that. Now I can't resist you."

"I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!"

"That's it, there we go…just like that."

"Are you trying to seduce me? Because it's working."

"It's time for payback. Turn around."

"So you do like getting spoiled after all."

"Don't stop looking at me while you do it."

"You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more'"

"I want to love every inch of you tonight."

"Hey, hey, two on one is not fair!"

"Enough of that, let me fuck you."

"You can still keep going?! What in the world are you?"

"Take your time. The whole night is ahead of us."

"You like the way this fabric feels, don't you?"

"Your face is a mess… a very pretty mess."

[Prompts by @bewitchingmemes, @violettduchess]

EVENT MASTERLIST:

Spellbound (Giorno Giovanna, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Desperate (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Silk (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Inside (Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Call on Me (Chifuyu Matsuno, Tokyo Revengers)

Seduced (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Tender Love (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All Sensitive (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Obedient (Sir Crocodile, One Piece)

20 Years (Jotaro Kujo, Jojo’s Bozarre Adventure)

Hide Away (Sebastian Moran, Moriarty the Patriot)

Let Him Watch (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Show Me (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

All Marked-Up (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

After the Fall (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Firsts (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Perfect (Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Shameless (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Messy (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Nights with You (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Earnest & True (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All your positive feedback throughout this entire time—even when I was on hiatus—has uplifted me during the toughest times. I am eternally grateful for every single one of you wonderful people, and I want to give all that love back to you!💗

[koiyin]

GUYS GUESS WHO'S BACK... 'YAY'

so uh idk why i come back on tumblr every couple months and make posts like this but i've basically ruined my account at this point haha perfectionist issues and i'm going to try to be honest with everyone of you guys because. idek at this point

i don't know how everyone's opinion of me is at this point, and it feels like i'm ruining it. i don't know if this is me now, if i kind of put up a front before, but why these posts seem different than the others on my blog is a mystery to me ^^'

maybe i'm just overthinking it, though?

well, my life is pretty shit. i don't really have any friends, except for a couple close ones who can somehow deal with me-- and, yeah. people at my school don't really like me, and i've fucked up a lot recently. this post sounds really depressing. sorry for that.

i don't know, i guess prior to the whole incident (moots, yk what i'm talking about) i always tried to put up a cheerful front. i had an idealized version of myself, and that was koi. and i did act like myself a lot around you guys, because i became comfortable with all of you and i felt accepted. i'm really grateful for what you all have done for me.

so, more about what's going on- basically, i'm just... not happy with myself, i guess. i wish i had more friends.

you know, my goal in life at one point was to be friends with everyone in my grade. that was more than a year ago. i guess that whole hope pretty much died out. but i do still try my very best, and this is turning into a ramble which i'm sorry for but i just want to get everything off of my chest.

i'll probably never use tumblr regularly again- but, who knows, shit changes.

the incident really affected me. after i was told about everything and learned about all of what happened, i was just... i don't know. i was told that it was that day that i began to eat less, act angrier, and all of that shit- and that went on for a couple weeks.

eventually, i tried to forget about it. i still think about every once in a while, though.

well, i'm starting to sound like a pessimist. i miss when i could be koi, the friendly, cheerful, happy person who had a bunch of friends that worried about him and asked if he was feeling okay.

i don't even know what's going on anymore. i feel fine, and then i go through short spikes of depression. or maybe i'm just a person that's sad all the time, but i choose to be ignorant. i'm really sorry that whoever reads this has to hear me vent and all that shit, but i'm just glad that i can say all of my feelings in the hopes that someone will read this.

so, let's talk about what's been going on since i've left- since i really feel like i should add some filler because of my long absensce '- -

well, i got a suit that kind of reminded me of haruchiyo sanzu from tokyo revengers (haha weeb things) and i look pretty hot in it, ngl- and, my family moved back to our house, which got remodeled. i've done a lot of drawing, too.

and, for context of the tokyo revengers comment earlier- i've been hyperfixating on it for so long. i love the series and the characters aaa

also, i started bakuman and black butler, and they're pretty good! i love the plot of bakuman so much!! (the death note team always makes amazing manga) i also got the first book of haikyuu from the library, because i've seen it referenced online so much and i haven't taken the time to check it out yet.

whew. i don't know, i guess saying all this makes me sound more human than just pixels on a screen. (but i'm actually 3 ducks in a trenchcoat) (i'm not funny)

i've had a lot of homework, so i've been pretty busy.

and i have to go eat dinner now, so i'll be leaving- but again, thank you guys for being my friends for so long. and, why are people still following me when my blog is inactive like- ????

[aihoshiino]

your analysis are really interesting and are a joy to read! i wanted to ask about your thoughts on the tokyo blade arc of the manga because its really interesting and gives a lot of characters more depth

thank u so much anon! 🥺 I feel like I've said this in like every ask but it really does surprise and delight me how many people vibe with my longform takes on the series when the extent of my fandom engagement for the last few years has been talking about fate grand order in a group chat comprised of like 5 other gay people LMAO

That said, Tokyo Blade is... an arc I have mixed feelings on! It was, in fact, the arc I originally dropped the manga on back when I was first following it in 2020/2021 feeling it was poorly paced and that I wasn't able to get invested in the cast to the degree it wanted me to me. But upon revisiting the series and this arc in particular with fresh eyes, I think I was being pretty unfair to it - though I do stand by my feeling of the pacing being not the best at least when reading it week to week. It's one of those arcs that definitely works better when you can take it all in at once as opposed to having it doled out over what felt like an agonizingly slow 30+ weeks.

As for my current feelings... in isolation I think it's extremely strong and has some incredible moments that I am PUMPED for seeing animated in season 2 but the further we get away from it and see its long term effects on the cast (or I should say, the lack thereof) the more I feel like it ultimately adds up to less than the sum of its parts.

Not that it's a bad arc, mind! Like I said, it has some insanely strong individual moments and I think the character arcs it ends up serving are super interesting. Its commentary is compelling and I literally can't gush enough about the massive glowup Melt gets in this arc. Every time I have new friends get into the series and understandably react with derision towards him in Sweet Today I just sit there crying tears of blood like that's my fucking baby son you don't understand

I also just really appreciate that the arc is willing to slow down and just let us breathe in some of the emotional baggage the characters are all dealing with without needing to shackle it to Aqua's revenge quest. Even the side characters like the mangakas and the production staff feel like they have real, human lives beyond the ways they factor into the plot and again, it feels like there are real weight and stakes to ensuring the play's success beyond just whether or not it will help Aqua do a thing. So many people's careers (and by extension, their lives) are hanging in the balance and you feel the weight of that responsibility absolutely crushing everyone involved. It's great!

This is potentially a sillier point to add but can I also say that I really like how authentic Tokyo Blade feels as an in-universe piece of fiction LOL. Everything from the premise to the designs rings so fucking true to the exact sort of manga it's a pastiche of that I'm half expecting to hear about the Studio Bones Tokyo Blade anime adaptation announcement any day now because it feels so real to me.

On the less positive side, though... like I said, this arc is s l o w. I believe it's still Oshi no Ko's longest arc at three volumes's worth of chapters and change and it's such a change to the story's until-then relatively breezy pace that it can be really jarring when you go in not expecting it. Again, having the arc available in full to read as quick or slow as you like does a lot to alleviate this problem but if you aren't connecting with it, you're stuck with it for an incredibly long time. This also means that B-Komachi in general and Ruby in specific get completely side-lined for almost thirty entire chapters - Ruby basically vanishes during this entire arc and if you were invested in and excited about her as a character, it sucks to see her get so immediately and completely sidelined after what felt like a big triumphant step forward for her, which is a pattern that will unfortunately continue through the rest of the series.

And speaking of unfortunate patterns... Tokyo Blade is the arc where Akane starts taking steps towards becoming the version of herself I like the least lmao. I've said to friends elsewhere that short hair/LoveNow!Akane and long hair/post Tokyo Blade!Akane basically feel like completely different characters to me and while I really love and am invested in LoveNow!Akane, PTB!Akane is easily my least favourite member of the main cast for reasons that are not entirely her fault.

She doesn't quite achieve her final form in Tokyo Blade arc but the seeds of my worst future annoyances with her (lack of meaningful connection to the extended cast, largely just orbiting Aqua, the overly convenient nature of her deductions, etc) start to take root here. There are some teases of interesting ideas and I particularly enjoy the build up, development and reveal of the true nature of her rivalry with and animosity for Kana but I don't feel like these bear any long term fruit.

That's probably my biggest problem with Tokyo Blade - it feels like an arc that should massively advance the story and the arcs of all the characters associated with it. In some ways it does and we get some tasty crumbs about the central mystery but when you take a step back and really look, the broad strokes status quo of the plot and the character relationships really don't get much of a shakeup and even the things that do feel like they should lead to big changes (Akane figuring out Ai's secret, Aqua finding his half-brother, Kana getting her shine back and Akane's reaction) just kind of... don't? Or at least not in ways that are as impactful as they feel they should be.

Kana and Akane's rivalry is probably the worst example of this. It's built up across the whole arc to the point of their on-stage confrontation basically being the arc's climactic high point. Kana finally stepping into the spotlight again and outshining Akane so beautifully really feels like it should have served as a gigantic change to their dynamic but not only have they barely interacted in any meaningful capacity since it happened, but the times they have it's just been the same old shit of hostility and sniping at each other with the tiny flavour difference of "oh gosh, akane is just such a tsundere tee hee <3". It just doesn't feel like the meaningful, impactful change it should have been based on how hard the end of that arc made me FEEL it.

I've said elsewhere before that a lot of the characters feel sort of like they've been stuck in holding patterns since Tokyo Blade and I'm hoping that in the Movie arc, with the cast being crunched together into a single, extremely emotionally taxing and relevant project, it might shake a bit of life back into the proceedings, especially given that Aka has said that he thinks the manga's ending is probably within sight - though that could be anything from fifty to a hundred more chapters depending on what he's got planned so who knows how things might shake out.

I do ultimately feel more positively about the arc than negative, though! I feel like I rambled a lot more about the things I dislike here than the things I enjoyed but that's because I feel like the arc's strengths speak for themselves while the stuff I don't like as much needed a bit more explaining. At the end of the day, I think Tokyo Blade is a really solid arc that I'm beyond excited to see animated - it has one of my favourite scenes in the whole manga (given that I am an Ai enjoyer you can uh, probably guess which one it is) and I'm really hopeful that we might get a sneaky peek at a certain someone if season 2 ends at the point I suspect it might...

[emjiroki]

tell me all about your crush(es) Alright, but this is gonna be a ramble and a half. First off, my selfship with Hawks/Keigo. he is just so pretty and I know he would be so sweet and treat me so good. I just love him so much. I wanna snuggle up in his feathers and just fall asleep. Then my newest, I'm gonna actually unveil him here, selfship is Baji.. I've been thinking about this one for a while. Ever since he got a timeskip in the manga. I know he is a fool and so so selfless. Ugh I can not even with him.

Oh Fun! BAJI IS BABY! I WILL ALWAYS SCREAM FOR HIM! (I swear I think i have a little crush on almost every tokyo revengers man 🥴) and keigo is such a sweetheart YES!!!!

ANYWAY! I have a lot of crushes lol so I'll only pick a couple

Manjiro!!!! That's my baby my love my cinnamon roll. We would be obsessed with each other I just know it. He is one that I will defend to the ends of the earth! I was in love with him the moment he appeared in the show (which I started originally for Baji funny enough) and when the season was over I had to go and read the manga just so I could get more of him. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BABY/KID MIKEY HE IS THE SUNSHINE ON MY CLOUDIEST DAYS

Shoto. My pretty boy. I might want to fuck, marry, and put his dad on a leash but he had my heart first. His heterochromia is the prettiest thing to me and I love how thick headed he is. I would have to explain jokes to him and I know I would probably have to make the first move to ask him out but that's just fine. He is the cutest 💕

[shysublimecoffee]

Tokyo Revengers was so fun back then. I loved reading and I remember I couldn't put a page down to the point I actively tried to stop myself from finishing to quickly and forced myself breaks. Hit after hit arc after arc it was so good so masterful I legit thought this manga was so masterpiece of storytelling. I loved the art, the story and the MC growth was beautiful the quotes, dialogue and him advancing and then... shit happened. The art quality noticeably went down, the story went adrift characters I expected to be important and thought they were a red herring just never showed up missing plot points are just never discussed and so many theories i use to browse on tumblr and reddit just gave me high expectations and then the ending was like the author woked up and didn't give a shit no more.

I knew it went downhill when it was revelaed this story was gonna fucking end in 5 chapters. How? How was that going to work how will you clean up everything in such a short time and deliver and did he? He didn't unfortunately.

Why? He could have done better but this middle school fan fiction fantasy is what he gave us. This is the one story I found myself actively hating the ending nobody talks about it too it's like we collectively read this and now this manga is now put on the backburner of our minds that this story to some is a joke. When this manga was so fantastical and beautiful that it made me so sad such a good story that the climax and ending could never match.

I guess I can't be to mad. Imagine being the author of a popular manga series like Tokyo Revengers at the end we're human and knowing Japan and their worklife especially manga artists must be hell tbh. I don't blame the poor dude.

Tokyo Revengers is something I'd still recommend only because I want people to also experience the writing and art of this manga and the work the author put into it. I don't want people to turn or think the story useless or a joke because of how garbage the ending was because the story from beginning to about halfway through was the most engaging i've ever been as a manga reader and I find it insulting to see some discard that.

Takemichi, man, you were one of a kind. I never thought as a reader he'd end up with the female lead. It was clear you didn't even like Hina in that way; it always seemed like you were saving her more for your own reasons, especially since you didn't have much else going on. Her falling for his time-traveling self rather than the 14-year-old Takemichi was evident, and you could see her losing that starstruck admiration over his future self over time. So, seeing them get together was pretty heartbreaking because I thought Hina would move on. And Mikey? He still looks sad, haha.

Seeing all the characters and their careers play out felt like a moment from fanfiction, to be honest. Like it doesn't feel genuine or real! All these characters in a single room and we've got no clue how that worked out lol? It remind me of so much AO3 where Takemichi goes back in time and saves everyone.

This is one story where I actually wanted the main character to die or have something equivalent happen. Throughout the series, we learn that time travel has consequences, and having a sacrifice like the MC's death would have made this story make sense.

[obitohno]

friend-zoned

hanma, draken, taiju, kazutora, sanzu, ran, rindou, nahoya, kokonoi, izana

synopsis ⤸

after two long years of being stuck in the friend-zone, you decide that you’ve had enough.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, smut, friends to lovers, mutual pining, nipple play, inverted nipples, reader with small breasts, rough sex, creampies, cowgirl, the dragon, size kink, size difference, first kiss, first time

word count ⤸

4.8k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

so, this is my first ever tokyo revengers au, yayay! i've only ever written in second person once before (for ao3), but i really wanted to give it another try bc i want to create more x reader fics, as they're my favourites to read... i hope that i did an okay job this time, n i really hope that you guys enjoy the read! tbh, although this can apply to any of those listed above, when i was writing, i actually had one character in mind, so it'd be interesting if you guys can guess which one :')

reblogs are appreciated ~

the friend-zone is a place reserved for those poor, pathetically unfortunate souls that are either pitied or ridiculed by their peers, and it is a place that he’d never thought that he’d ever fall victim to. but, on the day that he met what he can only describe as both the light and the bane of his existence—yes, you—the world had clearly decided that it was high time that he should be humbled for the first time in his life. and, so, for the past two years, the friend-zone is the place of which he’s been subject to, much to his chagrin, and one that he’s yet to escape. at first, he thought that you were just utterly clueless to the effect that you have on him, and he even went as far as to blame it on the fact that it’s just been fucking forever since he last got laid. but the more comfortable you grew around him, the less and less you seemed to view him as a man. and he was loathe to admit that that thought had sucker-punched his ego straight into next year. didn’t you know just how crazy you drove him whenever you greeted him at the door of your apartment, dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and a scrap of fabric that he thinks is supposed to pass off as some sort a crop top? and surely you aren’t that oblivious to his gaze burning into the surface of your skin when he follows you inside, to the slow bobbing of the lump in his throat as he breathes in the scent of your home—of you—to the lazy crawl of the lopsided smirk that tilts the corner of his mouth every time you greet him? 

no, he surmises. you must be doing it on purpose. 

right now, the two of you are lounging in the living room after inhaling a hot bowl of soup, one that he’d reluctantly consumed after you’d insisted that it’d be good to for him because it’s cold outside when he’d turned his nose up when you told him what was on the menu for tonight. it most definitely wasn’t because he’d weakened at the sight of the downward tilt of your lips, for fuck’s sake, who the fuck did you think he was? still, his stomach is now warm with the heat of the spice that you’d used to season the broth, and he won’t admit it aloud, but you were right; it was good for him. 

you’re rambling away next to him, something about sarah-the-office-bitch-from-work, but, truthfully, he’s not listening to a word, having already zoned out a good ten minutes ago. he’s too busy staring at your mouth, offering a low hum here and there whenever you pause to check for his reaction, his eyelids heavy as they slowly blink down toward the shadow of your collarbone. 

‘you’re not listening,’ he hears the mild annoyed bite in your accusation. he manages a grin. 

��sorry, doll,’ he drawls, not sounding very sorry at all, far too tired to conjure a lie to placate you. you huff something undecipherable under your breath, shifting to cross your arms over your chest, which only serves to amplify the curve of your small bust as the modest-sized mounds are pushed upward. he’s not even trying to hide the way he stares at you—and for once, you take notice of the tense clenching of his jaw, a low breath exhaling from his nose. 

his name is whispered between the small gap between you, and fuck, when had he leaned closer? his mouth is dry, despite him swallowing once, twice, thrice, for fuck’s sake, he needs a drink or something. but just as he’s leaning out of reach and making to stand from the settee, your hand catches the curve of his wrist, holding him still. his eyes meet yours, and to his absolute bafflement, the colour of your irises have darkened significantly. your cheeks are a little flushed, but he can’t tell if it’s from the spice in the soup, or if it’s because you’ve some kind of epiphany and finally realised that you want him just as much as he wants you. 

god, he fucking hopes that it’s the latter. 

and for a long, painfully quiet moment, you both stare at one another. your tongue darts out to parch your dry lips, and he’s almost embarrassed by how quickly his eyes snap to follow the motion before the muscle disappears from view once more. 

neither of you are sure of who moves first. 

his mouth is following after that tongue of yours, and when you next inhale, your breath is shared with his. the kiss is anything but sweet; it’s a feverish battle that has you moaning down his throat when his tongue presses against yours. he responds just as eagerly, long fingers tangling into the tresses of your hair, and tugging you closer until you’re panting against his lips. he’s just as breathless as you are, and once again, he’s humbled by the strain that his work trousers are suddenly subject to. but, he’s too busy with his mouth to feel embarrassed by how quickly his cock hardens between his legs—that, and he’s also too fucking horny to find it in him to actually give a shit. 

at some point, he’s so distracted by the taste of the inside of your mouth that he fails to realise that your hands are slowly pressing to the meat of his thighs and eagerly gliding toward that spot that is rapidly warming with each heated sigh and gasp that is shared between the both of you. it isn’t until the palm of your hand actually slides over the bulge hidden under a thin layer of finely stitch linen that your lips part. he sucks in a sharp breath, and it is with every drop of self-restraint—and a tad sprinkle of regret—that he summons the strength to clasp your hand to halt your movements. 

he doesn’t miss the grimace that dances across your face as you withdraw enough so that he can look at your face properly. 

‘you don’t wanna do that, doll,’ he warns, voice hoarse as he shifts his left leg, daring to shoot a pitiful glare down at his own crotch. he hears you huff a short laugh, sounding everything other than amused. it’s a laugh that he already associates with the familiarity of your irritation. when his eyes drag over your features, it takes everything within him to avoid staring at your kiss-swollen lips. your gaze, although half hidden behind heavy eyelids that have dropped with the weight of his kisses, are ablaze with what he can only see as poorly veiled anger. in turn, the pettier sider of him can’t help but react with the same level of annoyance that is aimed towards him. ‘what you fuckin’ poutin’ for?’ 

somehow, your scowl deepens, marring the pretty features on your face. 

‘just when i thought that you’d finally grown a pair.’ 

the words are viciously spat into the space between you, but before he fully processes what in the flying fuck you’d just said to him, you’re already jumping up from the settee. dumbly, he gawks as you snatch your empty bowls from the coffee table, pointedly ignoring him as you march from the room. his body is already moving before his brain catches up, and he’s following you into the kitchen. ‘the fuck d’you mean?’ 

it doesn’t take much to suspect that part of your anger is aimed toward the notion of being rejected. and if he wasn’t so pissed by your bratty attitude, he’d take you right back to that settee—or, more preferably, your bed—and finish what he’d started. 

‘nothing,’ your tone is cold, your answer contradicted by the sound of you practically throwing the dishes into the sink. the ceramics clash together in a way that makes his teeth grit, followed by the distinct sound of something breaking once it hits the bottom of the sink. 

‘nothin’?’ he grunts, repeating your answer. ‘sure don’t look like nothin’ to me.’ 

it’s the wrong thing to say. 

you whirl on him, and you swipe a tea-towel from the kitchen surface and launch it across the room so roughly that it actually smacks him square in the face. he allows the offending fabric to drop unceremoniously to the ground and your eyes widen as his eyes slide shut, the corners of his mouth curling up into a vicious smile. the sight of it should make you feel even just a smidge of fear, but it only serves to cause your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, heat warming the inside of your underwear.  

in truth, you had fallen for him almost immediately after your friendship began. 

your meeting as an accidental romance-story-gone-wrong. 

two years ago, you were rushing to work after in fear of being late after your train being held up that morning. and you’d ran into what you’d initially thought to be the most intimidating man you’d ever met, quite literally, head first. his coffee had actually left you with a minor burn scar on the inside of your thigh, and after he’d insisted on offering to replace your beverage-stained blouse, despite not falling in love and living happily-ever-after, the two of you somehow stayed in contact. it didn’t take long for you to fall for his charm that very few are accustomed to, and you like to think that you are now one of the few select people that are blessed with with a side of him that no others get to see. 

and it wasn’t long before you began to notice him showing signs of mutual interest. at first, you’d been delighted whenever you noticed his heavy stare fixated onto you, and you only. you’d been shy, but hopeful when you’d catch his gaze lingering on the curve of your lips when you smiled at him, or when he humoured you enough to wrap his arms across your shoulders each time he left your apartment, despite him grumbling about his reputation every time he indulges you. and whilst you were happy, even if it meant that you’d never breach past the friendship stage, you also couldn’t help the disappointment that sunk deep down in your stomach every time he left without kissing you. 

so when his lips had finally pressed against yours, when his hands had clung to you desperately, when your tongue had desperately tasted him just enough to engrave it deep within your tastebuds, when your fingers had felt just how much he wanted you; well, you were ecstatic. 

except, you hadn’t expected to finally receive the attention that you’d been craving for the past two years, only to be rejected within the same breath. you must’ve done something truly horrific in a past life, you’d fumed as you’d marched your way into the kitchen, because you didn’t understand how you could be this unlucky. 

yet, now, as you watch him exhale a long, low breath, before his eyes slowly peel open to stare down at you, you can’t help but hope that you’ve finally pushed him enough to snap. 

and snap, he does. 

he steps over the abandoned tea-towel, eyes glinting with something darker as they watch you swallow thickly. he chuckles, and then he says, ‘was tryna be nice to you, doll… makin’ sure you don’t do somethin’ you’ll regret.’ 

his eyes narrow down at you and he leans into your personal space, towering over your smaller frame until the countertop digs into the small of your back and you have to crane your neck to look him in the eye.  

‘’m done playin’ nice.’ 

this is the only warning that you receive before two large hands are curling around the back of your thighs and you’re hoisted into the air so roughly that you can’t stop the shrill shriek that bursts past your lips when your abdomen meets the point of his shoulder. your heart lurches so rapidly that it feels like it’s thrumming inside your throat, but upside down like this, you are privy to an appealing eyeful of his toned backside. the jet black material of his trousers have evidently been tailored made to fit him snugly, and you certainly aren’t complaining about the view. 

the ground moves below you, and as the tiled kitchen flooring gives away to a light beige carpet, you realise that he’s carried you into your bedroom. your stomach twists with anticipation, thighs clenched tightly together as you watch him kick the door shut behind him. suddenly, you’re falling, body bouncing on the mattress of your bed as you’re roughly deposited onto it. the motion makes your head spin, but you don’t have time to process it, as he’s suddenly on top of you, mouth claiming yours for the second time this evening. the weight of him pressing you into the mattress feels delicious and your fingers grip his hair, as you kiss him with everything you’ve got. pride fills you when his groan is bitten into your bottom lip, his hips jutting forward once, twice, clearly testing your boundaries. only when your legs widen to accommodate him, knees bending to curl your calves against his lower back, does he repeat the action, drawing a breath gasp from your mouth, which he’s quick to swallow down. 

the last two years of back-and-forth, what-if’s and what he’d thought to be unrequited feelings, is quickly destroyed with each brush of your clothed cunt, and he relishes in the way his name is shakily whispered into the curve of his ear. your breath is hot on the side of his face, the sound of each broken breath forced from your lips making his cock throb so painfully that he wishes that you’d both undressed before he’d kissed you. with this thought, he places one short kiss on the curve of your cheek, and pulls away so suddenly that you flinch at the loss of his weight pressing you down into the mattress. his thumb drags across the hem of your shorts before his hand pulls away. 

‘take ‘em off.’ 

he waits until you’ve pushed yourself upright before he climbs from the bed, hands already rushing to pull open the buttoning of his dress shirt. you move to stand before him, your movements not as rushed as his appear to be, but it’s mostly because your eyes are distracted, greedily taking in every inch of skin that is exposed to you. he’s almost naked by the time you gather enough wit about yourself to do as he’d told you. nerves and self-consciousness have you avoiding his gaze until you’re clad in nothing but the skin that you were born with. 

when you look at him, he’s already sat at the edge of your bed, and your gaze zeros in on the fingers that are currently fisting his cock in a lazy upwards stroke as he watches you from where he sits. the lean muscles in his abdomen flex, and in turn, so do the inner muscles of your thighs as you press them together. once he realises that your attention is focused on the reddened tip that is leaking slick arousal down the ridges of his fingers, his bottom lips drags between his teeth and he beckons you over. 

‘c’mere.’ 

you have to gall to look hesitant as you make your way over to him, hands making to reach up and cover your breasts in a pathetic attempt to protect your modesty. he scoffs at you, his free hand reaching out to tug your arms away, baring your entire body to his heated stare. he can’t help dragging his eyes over every inch of your body; he’s wanted this for a long time, and he’s sure as hell is going to make sure he makes the most of it whilst it lasts. and with this thought, his eyes roam over the gentle curves of your lithe form, hips narrower and breasts smaller than what society would deem as ‘attractive’, and yet the sight of the lightning streaks of your stretch marks, your puffy areola that surrounds two nipples—both of which are, to his pleasant surprise—inverted, make him ache for you. he sucks in a deep breath at the sight of them, cock twitching, hard against his abdomen. his fingers reach to trace the surface of your stomach, the corner of his mouth quirking when you breathe in sharply when he tickles your ribs. his fingers trace the shape of your left breast, watching as your chest begins to rise and fall a little faster. 

with arousal, or anxiety, he’s unsure. 

when his thumb brushes over your nipple, he’s taken aback by the lack of reaction. it must’ve shown on his face, because your expression drops into one of apprehension, and you lean back so that he’s no longer touching you. 

‘they don’t…’ you trail off, looking down at your own chest, expression twisting into one that is a mixture of both self-loathing and disappointment. he doesn’t like that look on your face. but before he can voice it so, you clear your throat, ‘um… they’re inverted. but there’s not much sensation in them, so touching them doesn’t really do anything—’

he interrupts, ‘much sensation?’ you blink at him, allowing him to touch your skin again if only to appease his curiosity. ‘so you feel some stuff, right?’ 

you’re flustered, ‘well, yes. but like i said, touching them doesn’t do much, so it’s really not worth—’

he’ll decide what is or isn’t worth his time, thanks. 

his lips are already curling around your nipple before you can finish your sentence. your words are cut off with a sharp intake of breath, and you shiver when hot air is exhaled from his nostrils, his tongue probing at your nipple. it tickles, but it isn’t until his teeth pinch where his tongue had traced, when you actually feel a dull throb of arousal from his ministrations. he hears the quiet moan that slips past your lips, and when he glances at your face, your eyes are closed, lips parted, a soft redness blessing your cheeks and the tips of your ears. 

his moan is deep, low, and it vibrates across your breast, and you can’t help but moan along with him. his teeth are careful as they tug on your nipple, and with his attentions, the tip starts to protrude outwards. of course, having experimented by yourself before, this isn’t new to you. but when he eventually releases the abused skin, revealing a faint bruise that is starting to form, you allow him to indulge in his own smugness before he turns his attention to the other nipple. whilst doing so, his fingers tease the newly raised nub and your toes curl into the carpet, another moan echoed by the very man who is causing them. 

by the time that you deem that he must be satisfied with his handiwork, you’re left a breathless mess, and you lean back so that your nipple pulls from between his lips with a wet pop! your eyes lower to where his fingers are curled around the base of his cock, and for the second time today, he watches as your tongue darts out to lick your lips. the girth is a little daunting, but considering how much bigger he is compared to you, you shouldn’t really be surprised that his cock is on the thicker side. still, despite the size, your mouth salivates at the sight of the vein that traces the entire length, disappearing under the swollen tip, just beneath the bundle of nerves that you’re itching to trace with your tongue. 

but, as if he can read your thoughts, he chuckles from where his lips are pressing to the gap between your breasts. ‘not today, doll.’

and then, before you can protest, or even attempt to convince him to let you have just a taste, he’s pulling you onto his lap, his mouth dropping open when his cock slips between the dripping folds of your slit. you’re positive that he must feel the way your clit throbs for him, because in response, his length jerks and his hips cant upwards, his hands pressing you down to grind against you. his eyelids droop, heavy with wanton need, ‘so fuckin’ wet f’me.’ 

you keen, pressing your nose into the curve of his neck, grinding your hips in time with his thrusts. ‘a-all for you,’ you pant into his ear, and he’s holding you so tightly that you suspect that you’ll wake with bruises tomorrow. every ridge of his cock drags over your cunt, which drips messily all over him, a puddle already soaking the trimmed patch of dark hair that rests at the base of his erection. you would be embarrassed if he didn’t voice his approval in the form of a grunt, tongue lapping at your skin as he licks and sucks his way up the length of your neck. a particularly harsh bite to your collarbone has you yelping, and it almost ruins the blissful moment when he finally presses into you. 

he enters in one, long stroke, his entire length gliding into your heat with ease, and he’s so dazed with the feeling of you that he belatedly remembers that he probably should’ve stretched you out with his fingers first. but you don’t seem to care, because you’re crying out as you rise up onto your knees, before dropping your hips back down, forcing him to empty and fill you over and over again. the stretch of his girth makes your insides ache, but it burns in a way that makes your toes curl with bliss. 

‘f-fuck,’ he croons, one hand pressing to the mattress for balance, and the other, weaselling its way to your clit, rubbing tight fast circles in a bid to feel your gummy walls twitch and flutter and squeeze around him. ‘that’s it, baby, use my cock—hng, fuck—make this cock yours.’ 

‘m-mine,’ you whimper above him, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you cling onto him. 

‘’s’right, babydoll, all fuckin’ yours,’ he agrees, moaning loudly when one harsh thrust has him stuttering on his own breath. ‘c-can you feel it, huh? look how hard i am—look what you do t’me.’ you feel him twitch inside you, the warmth of him pulsing from deep within your heat. your clit is caught between his thumb and the texture of his public hair, and you throb for him, already well on your way towards your release. 

it is at this point that he decides that you’ve had enough of your fun, his hands holding tight to keep your hips still, before his thighs flex lower and his entire length springs free from the wet cavern of your cunt. your hole clenches, now empty, and a thick gloop of slick drips from between your legs. your orgasm is ruined, and you whine at the loss.  

‘look at you,’ he coos, awed. 

and then, he’s moving your body, positioning you so that you’re now laying with your stomach pressed to the sheets, your legs spread wide. you wait for him to press in above you, the heavy weight of him carefully lowered to your back. he rests on his forearms, but his entire body covers yours, and suddenly, you feel very small. the size difference is staggeringly obvious, and if the hitching of his breath is of any indicator, you’d say that he likes it just as much as you do. you mewl his name, and two, long fingers come to tuck under your chin, tilting your head toward your shoulder so that he can kiss you again. 

it’s harder to kiss from this position, and your tongues battle messily, but soon enough, he’s entering you again, and you sob as he leaves no time for you to adjust before he sets a punishing pace. the room is soon filled with the wet sound of his pelvis repeatedly colliding with the soft meat of your backside, and you don’t have to look to know that your arousal is already soaking the sheets. 

he’s loud like this, you quickly realise, and he’s moaning, babbling promises of what’s more to come in the future, praising the fact that your pretty little hole is made just for him. his cock batters your cunt and your dripping walls welcome him in with each thrust, and before long, your orgasm is gaining a powerful momentum. he chants your name like its his lifeline, and it’s with this that you realise he’s fast approaching his own peak, too. 

long fingers curl a fistful of of your hair, tight enough that your scalp protests weakly as your neck stretches, baring itself for him to clamp his teeth onto the skin to mark you yet again. his thrusts become heavier, sloppier, faster, and the squelching clap of his balls slapping against your clit, and just like that, just like that, yes, yes, yes, gods, yes—!

you white out. 

only for a second or two, but when you regain consciousness, it’s to the sound of his guttural shout of unfiltered, pure pleasure that ripples its way across his entire body and enters your cunt, painting it white with ropes of seed that spills on and on and on, until he collapses against your back with a strained murmur of your name. he nuzzles the crook where your shoulder meets your neck, and you lay there, struggling to catch your breath. your pussy is still throbbing with the aftermaths of your orgasm, and you can already feel the slow trickle of cum starting to spill from your hole, despite the fact that his length still claims its home within your inner walls. 

it takes a good few minutes for the thrumming in your veins to quieten to a dull hum, and another five for him to move just enough to brush an open-mouthed kiss to your temple as you reach back to push the dampened strands of his hair back from his forehead. there’s a satisfied ache settling into your limbs and it forces a yawn out of your mouth. at this, he hums, pressing his lips to the crest of your cheek, and you squint at him from the corner of your eye when he manages to huff out a short, tired laugh. 

‘you better not be fallin’ ‘sleep on me, doll,’ he warns, though his own voice betrays him, thickened with exhaustion. you turn to peek at him, your index finger tracing down the slope of his nose, a light dusting of pink staining the bridge. his eyes glaze over for a moment or two, before he blinks back to the present, and then the gentlest smile that you’ve ever seen graces his lips and the sight makes your stomach twist, pulse racing within your veins. 

eventually, when you trust yourself to speak clearly, you tease your fingers between his own until they’re snaked together, and you say softly, ‘of course not.’ 

your answer makes something flash in his eyes, but you’re unable to decipher the meaning behind it, because suddenly, his girth slips free, along with the gush of your release that has mixed with his. he pushes his weight from your prone form, and as much as you enjoy having him crush you into the mattress, the relief on your back is instant. when you muster the energy to roll onto your side, his eyes are glued to the space between your legs, and if not for that tiny smile that softens his entire face, mortification would have made you blush from head-to-toe. 

when you ignore the aching of your thighs to sit up properly, his hand shoots out to curl around your ankle, holding you in place. ‘where’d’ya think you’re goin’?’ 

he’s sat on his haunches, but he’s leaning over you again, easily reminding you of the size difference that turns you on more than you care to admit. his eyes are dark as they skim over your freshly-fucked body, previously unmarred skin now littered with new bruises and hickeys that you know will take all week to disappear. his smirk widens, but you can see that he’s not entirely unaffected, the pink blush still present, along with the hardened prick that bobs between his legs, yet to soften. he leans in close enough for his lips to steal another kiss from yours and you allow him to take you into his arms, whispering, ‘nowhere. i’m not going anywhere.’ 

something akin to contentment settles over him, but his fingers are already dancing across the slant of your waist, and you shiver at the unspoken promise of what’s to come next. 

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[thewritingginger]

Welcome to Day 3, Lovelies!  Sorry for the lateness 😅

I'm still new to writing for TokyoRev. I've seen the anime and haven't finished the manga yet but I have read plenty of fan fiction and I've been itching to try writing more for them?!?

Characters are Aged Up

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Draken x Fem! Reader (Mikey’s GF) Word count: 5.1k+ words Warnings: 18+, Present time; characters aged up, Consensual cuckolding, Guided sex, Slight size kink, Oral sex (M! & Fem! receiving), Face fucking, Spanking, Nipple play, Choking, Hair pulling, Degrading, Pet names, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, Dirty talk, Dick drunk reader, Slight dumbification, Creampie, Facial, Poorly edited

Enjoy ~  

A few weeks ago you were at a party with your boyfriend -Mikey- and it was safe to say everyone was drinking pretty heavily. While you were off talking to Hina and a few other girls, the boys made their own little group.

At some point the conversation between them quickly deviated from work and into each other's personal life, which led Draken to offhandedly tell Mikey how lucky he was to have a ‘piece like you’ in his life and he wasn’t just talking about the love and affection you gave him. He even drunkenly confessed thatwouldn’t mind stealing you away from him for a night, especially after all those stories Mikey had shared of your sex life.

“Ken, are you telling me you want to fuck my girl?” Mikey asked with an amused lilt, making Draken chuckled as well.

“Let’s just say that, if given the chance, I would not mind tossing her around a bit.” The two friends shared a laugh about this but Mikey didn’t forget about it when it came time to go home.

After getting into the car, the two of you huddled close in the back seat, Mikey waited till the driver closed the dividing window and started driving to start talking.

“You know Ken and I had the most interesting conversation.” Your drunk ears perked up to that.

“Yeah? What could possibly be sooo interesting that you wanted to tell me about it?” You looked up, your head resting on his shoulder as you listened to his response.

“Well, we may have talked about you.”

“Really?” A suspicious smile cuts your lips. “What about me?”

“Just about how pretty you are and how jealous Ken is that I have you.” Your heart fluttered, making you ‘aw’ at his words but it’s with his next sentence that made the fluttering move lower in your belly.

Pulling your face to his he whispers in your ear, “And how badly he wants to toss you around and fuck that sweet pussy of yours.” The air got caught in your throat. Pulling away from him till your nose is to his, even in your inebriated haze you could still make out the hunger in his eyes. You could tell, not only by the way he is looking at you but by the growing bulge in his pants, that Mikey was getting off to the thought of what he just described —much like you were.

Daringly you sat up to straddle your boyfriend’s hips, his hands instantly finding your waist where your skirt begins bunching up.

“Did you like hearing another man say that?” You ground your hips against his to get a low groan from him.

“I think I like your reaction more, Princess. Is that something that you’d want?” You bit your lip and nodded your head with a giggle.

~~~

“Are you sure about this?” Draken asks, looking over your shoulder to Mikey who’s sitting in an armchair facing the couch from the side.

“The choice is up to her.”  Mikey says, taking a lazy sip of his sake.

Draken looks back to you. “You don’t have to do this, Y/n, not if you don’t want to. We were drunk when the topic came up and-.”

“Are you saying you don’t want this, Ken?” You cut him off. Hooking your leg over his lap to straddle him, running your palms up his chest you can feel the divots of each defined muscle under his t-shirt. A shaky breath falls from his lips as your ass sits firmly on his lap.

“Fuck no.” He sighs, still a bit shocked this is happening. You’re quick to grab his face when he looks over at Mikey as if this may be a test his friend is pulling.

“Ken.” He looks up into your lusty eyes, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “Relax. Mikey wants to watch us —is that okay?” A confident smirk forms on his lips, Draken’s lage hands grip your hips.

“If that’s what both of you want, I’m game. I guess I’m just curious as to why you’d want to do this.” He says, hands roaming your waist and hips.

“Well,” You look over coyly at Mikey. “I love Mikey but… I couldn’t get the thought of you out of my head after he told me what you said at the party and besides I’d be lying if I said I’ve never fantasized about being with you.” You feel a shudder run through Draken as you slip your hands under his shirt and slide them up his toned chest.

The feeling of his hot muscled skin under your palms makes the heat between your legs grow hotter —that and the cocktail you had before time came to start your dirty games at your get-together. Draken runs a hand through his dark loose hair, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck, Baby, you’re gonna be the death of me aren’t cha?” You give him a sweet giggle, biting your lip as you look between the two men.

“Only one way to find out.” You boldly say, playing with the hem of your shirt. “You want me to take my shirt off, Kenny? I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. Staring at my nipples poking out, just begging for you to touch them.”

Keeping your lust heavy gaze glued to Draken’s, you take his wrists in each hand and guide his palms to cover your breasts. His fingers eagerly grab onto the soft flesh, kneading your mounds firm and slow. A soft sigh falls from your lips and hips rock against his making him groan.

“You like having your tits played with, Baby?” Draken says, his voice lower than normal, making your pussy clench as you move against his denim clad erection. You give him a whimpered ‘mhm’ in response.

“Take her shirt off.” Your boyfriend’s voice rings out. Eyes darting over to Mikey, Draken smirks. You can see him getting into this as much as you.

Reaching for the hem of your tight t-shirt, Draken slowly slides it up your torso —savoring every further exposed inch of skin. A satisfied sigh is heard from the man beneath you when your breasts are finally uncovered. Tossing the useless scrap of clothing to the side, Draken is quick to latch onto one of your hardened nipples. Your fingers tangle into his hair as he suckles on your breasts, low moans vibrating against your skin.

“Pinch her nipples, she always makes the cutest faces when you do.” Mikey instructs, you can hear the sly smirk in his tone. Detaching from your nipple with a pop, Draken looks up at you as he begins gently pinching and twisting your hardened buds. Your fingers bunch his shirt on his shoulders, small whimpers and mewls escape your throat at his ministrations.

“That feel good, Princess? You like it when Kenny pinches your pretty nipples?” Mikey asks from behind you.

“Uhuh.” You moan, slack jawed and doe eyed. Your eyes roll back when Draken’s grip on your breasts tighten and takes a nipple between his teeth. Nipping and lapping at your sensitive bud as his other hand continues to tweak the other in a way that makes your hips buck against his.

“Fuck, Kenny. That feels so good, Baby.” You say, combing your fingers back through his hair.

Looking over your shoulder you see your boyfriend, his empty glass sitting on the table beside him as one hand is loosely gripping the armrest and the other gently palming his clothed erection. Mikey’s eyes move from his friend’s manipulations to your eyes staring at him, he flashes you a snide toothy smirk and you give him a smile in return.

“You like seeing your friend touch me, Mikey? Watching me grind against his cock as he plays with my tits?” You say, biting your lip as his eyes darken at your taunts. You can see the hunger brewing behind his gaze.

“I’m quite pleased but don’t you think you should thank Kenny for all he’s doing for you?”

Draken detaches from your chest and looks between you two. His hands move from your breasts to caress your waist, squeezing and kneading your sides in his palms.

“And how do you suppose your pretty girl goes about doing that, huh?” Draken says against your jaw, his lips leaving light wet kisses along your skin.

“She knows what to do. My princess has always been good at showing gratitude. Huh, Y/n? Be a good girl and show Ken how thankful you are.”

Looking back at Draken, his hooded eyes peering through his lashes. His hands roam your naked torso, goosebumps spread across your skin with every hot firm touch. You can already feel how slick you are in your panties as you roll your hips over his painfully hard cock —you know is in need of attention. Biting your lip with a coy smile you slide off Draken’s lap.

“Lay down.” You gesture for him to lay his long body across the three-person couch. He props his head on the armrest, hands resting folded on his head with one leg hanging off the side and the other bent and resting in the cushions.

Before kneeling onto the couch you peel off your cotton shorts. Slowly, making a show of revealing your lacy black panties. You hear approving humms from both men. You let a giggle squeak out as you look between them —having two powerful men’s eyes on you is both nerve racking and exciting.

“Fuck, Mikey. It’s almost unfair that you’ve been keeping his little minx hidden away from us.” Draken says, watching you slowly crawl between his legs, sinking further down into the cushions beneath him. Mikey just chuckles.

“Are you telling me if you owned her, you’d let everyone see her like this?”

“Well when you put it that way -ah- I’d have her chained to the bed all for myself.” Draken moans, smiling down at you as your hand begins to grope his jean covered bulge.

Your heartbeat is racing, the desire in your belly churning. The mix of Mikey’s claim of you and Draken’s confession, you're already spinning and the night has hardly started.

“May I?” You ask, your fingers tracing his jean button.

“Sweetheart, You can do whatever you want.” He says. Giving you free rein of his body and your actions. You brush a strand of hair behind your ear before you begin to undo his jean button. Lifting his hips Draken assists you in removing his pants leaving him in just his white shirt and black boxer-briefs with a sizable bulge contained underneath.

Leaning forward you push the hem of Draken’s shirt up his abdomen, revealing half of his defined muscles and without verbal instruction he sat up removing the rest of the offensive article obstructing your view of him. You unconsciously moan when you watch the way his muscles flex, sitting up and pulling the back of his shirt over his head.

“You like what you see, Angel?” He asks, a crooked grin on his lips, still sitting up in front of your kneeling form. You nod your head, looking up through your lashes.

Reaching forward you let both your palms roam his toned chest. Feeling his defined pectorals flex under your light touches. Your eyes roam over every dip and curve as you run a finger down the dividing line of his abs.

“You’re so big and strong, Kenny.” You coyly say, biting your lip.

“It’s all for the pleasure of cute little things like you.” He says, raking his fingers through your hair. It’s cheesy and you know that’s not true but when his lips connect to yours you don’t care to argue.

Your tongues dance together, you can taste the notes of his beer on his lips. Dipping one of your hands between your bodies you take the bulge between his legs in your palm making him moan into your mouth. Your hand is light but aggressive with your intent clear. Pulling away from his lips you push Draken back to the couch cushions. Sinking down till you’re laying on your front, legs bent and kicked up in the air behind you, you then begin to massage his cover erection for a few moments longer before you pull back and look at your boyfriend -who gives you a slight nod of approval- then back to the man in front of you.

Hooking your fingers under the band of his underwear you pull the front down just enough to make his hard cock spring out, making a soft slap against his stomach.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Taking his length in your hand, pulling a sigh of relief from Draken, you look at his overwhelming manhood. Your fingers can barely wrap fully wound his thick curved shaft. Licking your lips you test the waters by giving him a timid stroke, making a shiver run down his spine. A bead of precum spills from his pink tip and leaning forward you catch it on your tongue. Swirling your hot muscle around his tip you’re rewarded with a low hum.

“Fuck, Angel.” His voice is a rasp. Looking up at him you see his hungry eyes turned down to you. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock.” A large hand tangles into your roots, encouragingly.

Not wasting a moment you do as he says. With one hand planted on his hip for support and the other gripping the base of his cock you gladly take the bulbous head of his cock into your mouth, giving it a hard suck. Bobbing up and down his shaft, Draken's hand hardens in your hair.

Your tongue plays along his shaft, pulling off him with a lewd pop you tease the slit on his tip before sucking up and down the sides of his shaft. Wet sounds of spit and suction fill the room, alongside Draken’s low approving sighs and whispered coos.

“Good girl -shit- keep fuckin’ doing that.” He says, combing his hair back from his face.

“She’s good with her mouth, huh?” Mikey pips up, amusement still lacing his words. Draken just huffs back before tearing his eyes from your mouth stretched around his cock.

“Good is a word for it.” He says, then looks back at you. “You always suck Mikey’s cock like this, Beautiful?” He asks, his hands cradling your face between his palms, pulling your sensuous lips off him —a string of saliva still connecting you.

Nodding your head with a giddy smile as you take a few quick breaths of air. Stroking his cock eagerly in your hand, you look at him from between his legs. The dampness in your panties and the clenching of your needy pussy becoming unbearable. You clench your thighs together to try release some of the tension between your legs but it only does good in getting your man’s attention.

“Look at her, Ken. My dirty little princess seems to have worked herself up just from sucking your cock. Isn’t that right, Y/n?” Pulling your lips off from around Draken’s tip you nod your head again and look over your shoulder to the ravenette overseeing your debaucherous behavior.

“I think she’s ready to take you, Ken.” His words are lazy and seemingly indifferent but you know better —his dark eyes tell you everything his voice isn’t letting up. “Take your panties off, Princess.” Sitting back on your knees you wipe the spit off your chin. Standing, your eyes locked on Mikey’s, you slowly peel the last remaining piece of cloth on you. With your lip between your teeth you playfully lift your soiled panties with a finger in front of you before tossing them to your boyfriend’s lap.

Mikey remains relaxed in his seat, lifting the lacy fabric up to his nose inhaling your arousal. You hear a whispered curse come from the man behind you as he watches this erotic display before him.

“Ken, I think it’s best you fuck her now before I bend her over myself.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Before you can register what’s happening an excited squeal comes from you as Draken’s strong arms pull you onto the couch. Now sitting on your hands and knees you’re faced in Mikey’s direction so he can have a front view of your face when Draken rails you from behind.

Looking up you catch the dark gaze of your boyfriend. He is sat as he has been this whole night but with his shirt pulled up his chest, revealing his lean torso, and his pretty cock released from his pants. His hand, along with your lace panties, is wrapped around his shaft gently stroking himself. His movements are paced, not too fast and not too slow, as he watches Draken manhandle you.

“Fuck, look at that pussy.” Draken says to no one in particular, his hands spreading your ass-cheeks, using his thumb to prod and part your soaked pussy lips.

“Give her ass a hard smack. Don’t be afraid of being too hard, she likes that.” A high pitched gasp escapes your throat in response to Draken’s large hand coming down on your exposed butt. He gives your ass a few extra smacks, massaging the muscle in his palms after each one.

“Your ass looks so pretty with my hand prints, Angel.” Draken says, smacking your reddened ass cheek again, you whimper in response.

“Thank you.” You say.

“So well mannered.” Draken says with a smile.

“Of course. My princess is well trained. She knows she gets rewarded for good behavior, isn’t that right, Baby?”

“Yes, Sir.” You obediently say making your boyfriend pleased.

“Play with her pussy, any way you’d like. I think she deserves it, for now at least.” You whimper in relief, your pussy clenches at the prospect of finally getting attention.

“Yes, please.” You say, sliding your hands forward, bowing your back, presenting your ass to Draken.

You feel him moving behind you, then his hands are back to spreading your ass. You let out a  gasp that turns to a low moan when you feel a hot tongue slide up your sensitive lower lips. His pleased humming vibrates against your core.

��Fuck, you taste good, Angel.” His praise washes over you.

“Fuck her with your fingers.” Mikey interjects. “Make sure she’s nice and stretched out to take your cock.”

You’re stuck in a staring contest with Mikey as he watches his friend defile your body with his fingers and tongue. Your open mouth lets your choked moans and incoherent praises fill his ears. You watch as he jerks his hand for your viewing, sinking further into his chair he takes his balls in his other hand and massages them. His breathing becoming deeper and eyes drooping more he licks his dry lips and you mirror him —wanting to lap at his cock and taste the beads of precum leaking out.

“Does Ken’s fingers feel good in your pussy, Princess?”

“God, yes. More, please.” You moan, pressing your face into the cushion beneath you as Draken’s fingers curl faster in your quivering walls. His tongue lapping at your little puckered hole. The pressure of your coming orgasm is about to burst with Draken’s other hand moving between your legs and starts circling your buzzing clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue send you over the edge with a roaring orgasm.

“Fuck- Don’t sto-ah-.” And he doesn’t. His fingers and mouth intent on riding out your high till you’re over stimulated and panting for him to stop.

“Good girl.” Draken says slowly, pulling his thick fingers from your tired hole, rubbing your wetness around your folds. He makes you jump and whimper, giving your pussy a few pats as he coos at you.

As your high is sizzling down to a low hum Draken runs his damp hands up and down your sides, sending shivers down your spine. Your peace is disrupted by a strong hand wrapping around your throat, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you up till your back flush to Draken’s chest.

“Do you want to keep going, Y/n?” Draken asks, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

“Yes.” You gasp out, his hand tightening slightly around your windpipe.

“Good, cause I don’t know if I’d be able to stop once we continue.” His hand holding your front slides down to tease your sensitive clit once more making you cry with overstimulation. “Keep those pretty eyes open, Angel.” He says into your ear, “Look at your boyfriend as I play with you.” His hand around your throat urges you to look in the direction of the masturbating gang leader.

Callused fingertips rub ruthlessly against your bud bringing you closer to your next orgasm, his hold around your throat keeping you up right as your body quivers and squirms in his hold.

“Ken, I’m so -ah- close. Please, Baby.” You moan, your head spinning with pleasure, words coming out broken up by your own moans.

“Don’t let her cum.” Mikey’s words catch your attention in your foggy mind. You whine but are held trapped in his gaze —his eyes a silent warning. The fingers between your thighs keep their pace, twisting the coil in your belly tighter and tighter and you’re so close to snapping but just as you got near the end the simulation stopped making you gasp in frustration.

“Sorry, Angel, you heard him.” Draken kisses your sweat slick temple, you can tell from his voice and his stiffness against your back he is being held back by a thread.

Letting go of your body you slump back down to the soft couch cushions. Before you can prop yourself onto shaky arms your hips are pulled back, Draken’s hard cock sliding between your ass-cheeks toyingly.

“You want my cock, Angel?”

“Yes. God, yes. Please.” You’re far from caring how desperate you sound, all your mind can focus on is the burning need to be filled and fucked hard. Turning your head, your flushed cheek pressed into the couch, you look at Mikey with pleading eyes.

“Please, I need it.” You say, watching his blank stare contemplate your request. The seconds passing feel like hours, every moment that you aren’t stuffed with Draken’s cock makes the unbearable need in your belly fester, casting a thick desperate fog across your mind.

Mikey gives a soft huff and a slight nod of his head and before you know it Draken is bottomed out in you. The searing stretch of his cock is painful in the best way and without any further instruction his hips begin knocking into yours in long powerful strides. Air catches in your throat as he bullies your cervix with his thick cock-head. A gutteral curse is sounded behind you, strong hands holding your hips with bruising strength.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Taking my cock so well, Angel.” Draken’s words come out between huffs of air and low groans, punctuated by a firm smack to your already red ass. Your open mouth allows space for your incoherent babbling and wanton moans.

Your eyes are rolled back as your body gets violently rammed by the man behind you. Every hit of his hips sends a shock wave up your spine, numbing your legs and mind of everything but the overwhelming fullness of his cock. A sting spreads across your scalp as one of Draken’s hands threads itself into your hair, pulling your head off of the couch cushion to lock eyes with your boyfriend. His eyes are darker than before, hand stroking his cock at the pace of his friend’s hips. Draken leans over your back till his lips are against your ear, his hot breath brushing your cheek.

“Look at Mikey while I fuck you, Angel. Show him how much you like having his friend’s cock buried inside you.” Sitting up, hand still holding your head up, his hips pistoning into your weak core and giving your ass another smack, he watches the way his cock disappears into your dripping hole. “Tell Mikey how you feel.” Another spank.

“So g-good. I love it -ah- yes- harder.” You babble pathetically.

At this point your mind is completely gone. Spinning and clouded with lust and pleasure you can’t decipher what the two men are saying about you and you couldn’t care less. Your wails bounce off the walls along with the slapping of skin and mascualine grunting and groaning. Letting your head fall down, rough palms massage your tender breasts lifting you and shifting you closer to the edge of the couch where your head is lifted once more by your roots.

“Eyes open, Princess.” Mikey’s voice rings in the void of your mind as a palm slaps against your cheek a few times to wake you up. Your eyes droop open, looking up through your lashes. “Has Ken fucked you stupid already?” He asks rhetorically but you give an automatic ‘yes, sir’ anyway. Your face is flushed and dusted with sweat, jaw slacked open as you lazily look up at your boyfriend. Between your view of his flushed face is the sight of his erect cock, tip red and angry as it spits out precum.

“Open.”

With one word you are being filled at both ends. The two men use your body as they please. One massaging and spanking your ass as he continues to fuck your exhausted core, the other has a tight grip your hair and on the underside of your chin as he fucks your open mouth. They’ve devolved you to nothing more than  a toy for them to stuff their cocks into till they reach their end.

“Look at you, taking cock from both ends. It’s everything a dirty slut like you could want, huh?” Mikey says, breath ragged with exertion. You moan and gurgle around his member in response, your eyes rolling back as you choke on your spit and his length.

Spit is dribbling down your chin and soaking into the cushion beneath you as your jaw is being forced open and used. For a bit of mercy, Mikey pulls out of your mouth. You gulp down and choke on air as you spit and cry while Draken continues to abuse your poor cunt.

“Look at me, Princess.” Mikey coos, giving your cheek another slap making you giggle. Unable to keep your own head up, his hand is firmly tangled in our hair. “You’re gonna give Ken anything he wants, as many times as he pleases. Do you understand?” You cry out a drunken ‘yes, sir’ making the gang leader smile. “And what will you say when he fills your cunt with his cum?” His eyes dart up to Draken’s behind you, the two men sharing a wicked look.

“Th-thank you.” You manage to form your response, pleasing your boyfriend –whom of which gives you an approving tap on your cheek before standing back up and taking your mouth once more.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Damn it, Angel, your pussy is squeezing me so tightly.” Draken warns. His hips begin to stutter and fall off rhythm. “You look so pretty like this, letting us fill your holes. You want me to cum inside you, Angel.” You attempt to nod your head around Mikey’s cock as he clogs your throat, gaging you. The lack of air and copious amounts of stimulation your whole body feels numb but like a livewire at the same time.

Draken’s hands knead and squeeze your sides as he forcefully pulls your hips back to meet his. Reaching a hand down he rubs your clitoris making you scream around the cock in your mouth as you plummet over the edge. Pulling out of your mouth, Mikey pulls your head up so he can watch your pretty fucked out face come undone on his friend’s cock.

“Don’t stop rubbing her clit.” He instructs, his other hand wraps around your throat cutting into your air as you fill the room with your wails.  With your back curved in an unnatural position and your pussy being aggressively used your muscles begin to spasm but the line between pain and pleasure are blurred, urging you higher.

“Please.” You choke out.

“Please what, Princess.”

“I need y- cum. Now. Please.” Mikey chuckles at your pathetic attempt at speaking.

“My princess is so fucking dirty, begging for our cum.” He taunts, releasing your throat to take his cock in hand. His hand jerks his member hard and fast, directed towards your pretty face.

“I’ll fill you up real good, Angel. Take all my fucking cum. I’ll have you fucking leaking all week.” Draken says, his words coming out haggard and broken up between moans and animalistic grunts. Letting go of your clit he takes your hips in his hands and rams in with all his might.

You can tell the two men are reaching their ends. You can feel Draken’s cock twitching against your gummy walls and you watch Mikey’s balls tighten up as he continues to tug on his shaft.

Without any warning and one final hard pump, multan heat spreads in your belly as Draken spills his seed into your womb.

“Fuckin’ shit.” Draken sighs, his hips continuing to lazily milk himself as Mikey’s hand pumps himself harder.

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You eagerly open your jaw and let your tongue lul out in a lewd display, ready to catch all the sticky cum that spills from his balls. With a few curses and hard strokes Mikey’s orgasm finally hits him. White hot ropes of semen shoot from his tip paining your flushed face with stings of his saly-sweet cream.

You moan, feeling it drip down your cheeks and licking your lips. You lift a shaky hand to gather the jiz on your chin to stuff it into your mouth. The two men groan as you lap at your fingers.

“Thank you.” The words leave you breathy and tired. A hand cups the underside of your jaw, lifting it up to look at your boyfriend who catches your lips with his. Your tongues dance together, both tasting the mixture of spit and cum before pulling away.

“You did so good, Princess.” He praises you as he brushes your hair from your face.

Draken slowly pulls himself out of you, making you whimper at the emptiness. Your body slacks into the soft cushions, your chest heaving for breath. Your eyes slip shut, your body racked with fatigue, you don’t register someone shifting you onto your back. Warmth covers your front as fingers pry your tired eyes back open to see the conniving smile of your sweet boyfriend.

“Don’t give out on us yet, Baby. Now it’s my turn.”

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Maury

Cast Line Up Manjiro, Draken, Keisuke, Nahoya, Kazutora and Souya

Rated PG-13

Summary ✰ How Would your Men React to you dragging them on Maury to Air out Your Dirty Laundry on TV and Question The Paternity of Your kids?? Some Crack for The Holidays Baby! (Highkey Sad and Funny at the same time)

No Pronouns up In Here!

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

The Pre stage Video:“I love my kids and I have always been there for them. They are my life and this whole situation Breaks my heart” Manjiro states while the wind blows his hair back

✰ Manjiro is calm, cool, and collected while walking out on stage, Not an ounce of ignorance Radiating Off Him as the Audience cheer for him

✰ Close his eyes and when he opens them, They are on you like what the fuck?? while you air out dirty Laundry or talk about people you fucked on the side “Oh I didn't know all that” He says as his stomach flips

✰ His head swimming at this moment and the results can change how he acts

✰ All his friends in the crowd as calm but headstrong witnesses of all the things Manjiro has done for your baby but Keisuke and Nahoya Booing You whenever you speak

✰ “I just want to hear the Results to see if I am the father,” Manjiro Says calmly before glaring at you

You Are The Father!

✰ He's crying from Happiness while all of His Friends cheer for him “ I AM THE FATHER” Manjiro says while he lifts you up and spins you around

You Are Not The Father!

✰ All his friends booing you while you run backstage as Manjiro cries “The Fuck am I supposed to do Now??” Manjiro says while he hugs Draken

Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji

The Pre stage Video: “ I Don't care what anybody has to say, I am Here for My baby. I've been there for my daughter before she was born. I was there when she took her first breath, Her first steps, and said her first words. That baby Is My Daughter.” Draken says while crossing his arms

✰ Draken Ignores The audience even though they're cheering for him as He approaches you

“You really using My daughter for your five seconds of fame? On National Television? You disgust me” Draken spat out to you before greeting Maury

✰ Looks at you with pure disgust as you talk about your man on the side “I hope he was worth losing your family over” Draken says while cracking his Knuckles

✰ “For Our Daughter's Sake, you better hope those results say I'm the Father, cause this? This relationship?? It's dead.” Draken Says while shaking

You Are The Father!

✰ Hops out of the chair so hard that the chair falls “ I knew It! Now let me hold my daughter.” Draken Says while he avoids your arms

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Toss the chair to the side before walking backstage “ I prayed that you wouldn't hurt our daughter like this. I'm still going to be in her life, She deserves a good dad” Draken says before asking you to leave him alone

Keisuke Baji

The Pre stage Video: On My momma! I did everything for MY Baby! I bought Diapers, Formula, Breast Pumps, and Whatever MY Baby Needs! I think it's bullshit I am here right now when I have been the Daddy the whole time!

✰ Keisuke Brings his Momma with him on stage and Her Presence changes his Behavior

✰ Doesn't pay the boos attention because he wanna talk to you

✰ “You bring me on TV to Break my Heart?? You a Bit- A bitter person” Keisuke says while eyeing his mom

✰ “My Son, He might not be the brightest but he knows who his baby is” Keisuke Nodded his Head along to what his momma said until he realized she called him dumb and looked at his mom like The hell?? (Becomes a meme)

✰ Chifuyu is in the crowd in Support of Keisuke cause he knows shit can turn bad at any moment

✰ “Read The Result Maury That says I'm the father,” Keisuke says while crossing his arms

You Are The Father!

✰ Jumping Up and down before hugging his Mom and You “ I knew it! I never doubted that I was the father for a second!” Keisuke says while his eyes get tears in them

You Are Not The Father

✰ “You fuc- oooh You Bi- You better be glad My mom is here” Keisuke says while walking backstage to cry with his mom and chifuyu.

Nahoya ‘Smiley’ Kawata

The Pre stage Video: “I Can't Believe They brought me on TV to question the Paternity of The babies I been busting My Nuts, Balls, and Asshole TO HELP RAISE? Where is Kutcher at? Cause I know this a Joke” Nahoya says while grinning like a madman

✰ Walk out on the stage giving the finger to the Audience when they boo him “Yeah Boo this! cause I don't give a fu- oh you were gonna bleep me huh? I know it cost you money” He laughs before sitting down

✰ Grinning while You talk about your side man while he clenching his fist

✰ “You really Talking Talking since you on camara huh?” Nahoya grins before shifting in his seat

✰ Souya in the crowd Bawling “ We did everything for those Babies! Those are My nephew and nieces!” Souya said while tears pours down his face

✰ “Read Those Results Before I trash this Place” Nahoya huffs while his smile deepens

You Are The Father!

✰ Hugging his brother before storming off stage while you reach out for him “ Nah. Don't Touch me. Humiliating My babies, Souya and Me like this. The fuck you thought?? i was gonna kiss you? With the same mouth you been sucking -Bleep- With? Hell Naw -Bleep-”

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Tossing Chairs before storming off while Souya races after him “This Stinking -Bleep- Gonna do this to My babies? This some bullshit Man” He says while crying as Souya holds him close

Kazutora Hanemiya

The Pre stage Video: “ I may not be the best Daddy but I don't deserve this. I've been there since day one and now I'm being told my entire world might not be mine. Ma-Man I can't do this” Kazutora says while he tears up

✰ Ignore the Audience while Walking up to you “What did I do to deserve this?? Please Just Tell me?” Kazutora cries

✰ Can Barely stand Hearing about who you been with and Nealy walks off the stage twice “ I can't believe this is happening to me right now” Kazutora says while burying his head in his lap

✰ Chifuyu and Keisuke in the crowd for support while Kazutora bounces his Leg waiting for the results

✰“Please Maury Please Tell me I am the father” Kazutora begs

You Are The Father!

✰ “I knew it! Gimme those Papers Maury, I'm Gonna frame Them!” Kazutora Says while hugging his friends, “We can work through this” Kazutora says as he hugs you

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Kazutora looks at you in shock before walking off the stage to cry as Keisuke and Chifuyu walk past your crying form, “He still My son’ Kazutora cries into the shoulder of Keisuke while Chifuyu pats his back

Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata

The Pre stage Video: “I know I am the daddy of my babies! This Breaks My Hear-” Souya Cries before Nahoya cuts him off, “Nah Baby Bro don't do that! That smelly Hoe out here using My Nephews to hurt My brother? On Television?? On Maury??? You don't disrespect The Kawata twins! We will ride on your whole famil-” Nahoya barks before the video cuts off

✰ Souya Crying while the Audience Boos him when he walks out as Nahoya stands up

✰ “ Shut The Hell up and Keep those lips shut with all that -Bleep-” Nahoya says while laughing

✰ Tears won't stop falling down Souya's face as you talk about your side pieces “I-I'm just here for my sons” Souya Says as he drops his head while Nahoya screams “Head up Baby Bro! Head up!”

✰ “Please Please Tell me I am the Daddy Maury” Souya sobs

You Are The Father!

✰ Souya Hugs Nahoya before walking off the stage “ why would you put us Through all this?” Souya asked while he hug you close to him

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Nahoya clowning you while He comforts his sobbing brother “ You Stanking -Bleep- Go on run, Shoulda be Running from all That -Bleep-” Nahoya Yells as you run off stage

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